Noir Car, Episode 6

to release the tension, to keep from explosion, to get to where she needs to go. She knows which direction, but the destination is hazy. A page from the phonebook crumpled between her fingers. Heading over the wrong side of the tracks, where she always backtracks, tracing her steps into the night before to find the floor she left her keys on, the floor she scraped her knees on in the hazy gaze of the night before. She doesn’t need to watch the road, the car is driven by the neon glow of EATS DRINKS DANCING. 'Whatever suits your fancy can be found for a price here', they'll whisper in your ear, when the music’s taken all your sense away. She passes up the street signs for a crooked side side alley, not meant for a lady, but she's got a ladies helper in the holster on her hip. The one gift he gave her would act as a savior; he knew she had a steady hand.

Cuts the lights, cuts the motor, takes a moment to load her with lead.

TO BE CONTINUED
episode 6 by Sonya Walker