Theres blood in the wine
The night is cold right now....The sky is filled with a strange haze that doesn't move, and low orange light is moving near the horizon. I have been driving for several hours now and I can not help but ponder the possibility of closing my eyes; regardless of the imidiate repercusions. At my left, a large tree zooms past the partialy cracked drivers window and I remember why clossing my eyes would be a bad idea. I visualize the hood of my small black Jaguar concaving itself around a tree simlar to this, and I find myself strangely awake. Up ahead of me is a T-Junction and I can not decide which direction I should go. To follow the road to the left would mean a five hour drive to L.A. . A right turn means going to visit my ex husband for 5 hours at our lawyers office. I can not help but chuckle to myself as I pivot the akwardy fuzzy stearing wheel to the left. "Why should I bother now?" I said to my invisable co-pilot. "I can make it to L.A. before he even figures out I am not comming."
Somewhere down the road a small critter darted followed by a slightly larger form. I giggled a bit as I slowed down to observe a rather entertaining fight between a coyote and an armadillo. The snarled visage of the coyote was looming over the gray little ball batting it this way and that. An opened jaw closed over the armadillo but nothing gave. It's hardened exterior held firm as the smaller of the two seemed to prevail. The coyote, with what came across as a rather brused ego, trudged off and the armadillo remained in a tight litle sphear.
Determined not to find myself at a complete stop I pressed on. There were no lights in this baren area save the occasional pit light at the tiny buildings that were aperantly considered gass stations. Like a stereotype from an old western an acient withered man rested in a chair at the second station I passed. He did not wave, rather he glanced up with a scowel from his widdeling and spit on the dusty porch in front of him. I knew that if this had been just two days prior I would not have come here by myself to save my life. Young and slender, with bright blue eyes and wavey brown hair. A fine catch for any rural halfwit. Not to mention that I drive a hundread thousand dollar sports car. As I wizzed past the old geezer I fliped him the bird and proceeded to speed away. To my suprise, a smile streached across his leather like face and a chill crept through my bones. I had not expected his features to contort like this and I winced a little at the blackend teeth beneath his thin chapped lips. It was obvious that he did not expect my response to his coldness and aperantly welcomed a personality as hard as his. Now some of you may be wondering exactly how I could see the conditions of his lips or how I came to such dramatic conclusions with but a glance. Well, this is simultaniously a simple and eceadingly dificult answer. Because to tell you the truth...I dont really know.
I will be posting another portion of this soon....very soon....
Copywrite Jan/08
Somewhere down the road a small critter darted followed by a slightly larger form. I giggled a bit as I slowed down to observe a rather entertaining fight between a coyote and an armadillo. The snarled visage of the coyote was looming over the gray little ball batting it this way and that. An opened jaw closed over the armadillo but nothing gave. It's hardened exterior held firm as the smaller of the two seemed to prevail. The coyote, with what came across as a rather brused ego, trudged off and the armadillo remained in a tight litle sphear.
Determined not to find myself at a complete stop I pressed on. There were no lights in this baren area save the occasional pit light at the tiny buildings that were aperantly considered gass stations. Like a stereotype from an old western an acient withered man rested in a chair at the second station I passed. He did not wave, rather he glanced up with a scowel from his widdeling and spit on the dusty porch in front of him. I knew that if this had been just two days prior I would not have come here by myself to save my life. Young and slender, with bright blue eyes and wavey brown hair. A fine catch for any rural halfwit. Not to mention that I drive a hundread thousand dollar sports car. As I wizzed past the old geezer I fliped him the bird and proceeded to speed away. To my suprise, a smile streached across his leather like face and a chill crept through my bones. I had not expected his features to contort like this and I winced a little at the blackend teeth beneath his thin chapped lips. It was obvious that he did not expect my response to his coldness and aperantly welcomed a personality as hard as his. Now some of you may be wondering exactly how I could see the conditions of his lips or how I came to such dramatic conclusions with but a glance. Well, this is simultaniously a simple and eceadingly dificult answer. Because to tell you the truth...I dont really know.
I will be posting another portion of this soon....very soon....
Copywrite Jan/08
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