Monday, September 10, 2012
The woods are always greener...
“Oh bloody hell! He exclaimed.”
But that didn’t stop her from
slapping him again. He slumped in the driving seat of the car, She pulled back
to swat at him again but this time he ducked his head and she missed. She was
exasperated, breathing hard through her nostrils, heaving her chest with
tightly clinched teeth. He’d seen her like this before, and before he was often
dumb enough to keep needling her to press his point home. But tonight, tonight
he sorta thought better of it.
They
sat on the side of the road, the hazard lights blinking over and over again
casting a mellow yellow lighting that illuminated the trees of the woods
surrounding them. He didn’t like being parked there, stuck there essentially
speaking, under the circumstances, but at the moment it was better than driving
while she screamed at him.
“I’m
assuming you want me to apologize.” She says to him, speaking beneath her
natural tone of voice, looking away from him out the window at the big nothing
going on in the nighttime woods. Of course he wanted an apology. There was
never a reason for hitting and he wondered why girls were allowed to get away
with that. Now he should snap his head around and growl at her, damned right I
need an apology. Then again, this was not the moment for that, he just felt it
in the funny vibe in the air, he saw it in her body language as she slouched
uncomfortably in the passenger chair of his car, she wasn’t looking to be
alright, her back was arched, her eyes were lean reflecting back at him through
the window, this young miss wanted a fight, all he had to do to re-evoke
Ali/Frazier round two was say the wrong thing. And for him saying the wrong
thing was an uncannily easy skill.
In the
end he simply shook his head against the notion of an apology. He tapped at the
keys hanging from the chain, the bunch of them suspended above his knees, one
of them still lodged in the ignition. His finger gently took hold of the key
once more, he breathed out and his body looked as though he were deflating air
in his exhilaration. He turned the key for the fourth time. There was nothing
but a click again. It’s funny how cars felt lifeless, felt dead beneath your
feet when the battery gave out, as though the sentient life had just drained
out of it. the rub here was that his girlfriend, the one with the hitting
problem, had informed him that she didn't like the way that car started the day
before yesterday. She added.
"Pretty sure you're gonna need to change
that battery, PREFERABLY before we go to the Jones's all the way past
Manchester tomorrow night." He heard the words and processed them. He
nodded to the intrusive sound of them ripping through the peaceful humming of
his ear drums while he was watching Liverpool trounce Manchester united. Then
he did as he always did, he did nothing. he went about his business and
tonight, being stuck in the forest on the least used remote road in England was
the result. there came from her the inevitable deluge of four letter words, one
more colorful than the previous one. each one made him want to turn and defend
himself with some remarks of his own, but he knew that would again exasperate
the situation, so he just took it, trying over and over again to get life out
of the engine by fruitlessly turning that key again and again. his girlfriend
had become so disgusted she actually wore herself out yelling at him. so now
she sat, staring out the window, seething but too achy in the jaw to wag it at
her useless boyfriend any further. the palpable negative energy in his car was
so toxic that he found himself outside in a moment, checking tires he knew were
perfectly fine, kicking them with the toes of his boots, pressing them with his
thumb for the proper resistance. he was right, there was nothing wrong with
them. But at least for the moment he was free.
"Are
you kicking the tires, you moron? You know what you need to do, you dipshit?
you need to start kicking yourself in the head for letting this debacle happen,
you thundering idiot!" the deluge returns, somewhat muffled words of
hostility pelt him through the closed window on her side of the car. He
literally turns away to avoid their impact, as though they were rocks or some
other hard substance she was gleefully bouncing off his head from a close
distance. He spied the rich darkness of the leafy woods, the details of which
rising and falling from his sight with the blinking yellow lights of his
hazards. He suddenly wanted to be in the woods, far far far away from
what's-her-name in the cab of his car, fogging his windows with sonic bile, he
wanted to be out there in the woods. In a rash moment of complete impulse he
reached into his driver's side window and plucked the keys from the ignition.
this inspired a ringing silence from his companion, who watched him now with
more curiosity than anger. She watched him toss his keys into the woods on the
other side of the road! she heard him cackling, a sound she found somewhat
chilling. she rolled his window up. He
circled the car once before he blithely hopped from the road and into the
woods. It wasn't long at all until his yellow lights were out of range and of
no help to him. He'd gained in quite a distance in no time. the dark was so
encompassing, so embracing, so nurturing, from his perspective. the woods were
lovely dark and deep and he would never go back, he would never see that woman
or that car again. Inspired he began running, down a small embankment that lead
to who knew where, and who cared. Then he tripped. He tripped on a rock and
tumbled forward in the absolute black into what he presumed were going to be
nothing less than more sharp jagged rocks.
"Oh
blody hell!" he barked, just before he landed.
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