Prompt 230: Black and White - Alex Tully DRIVE
His fingers tightened on the steering wheel of the Challenger. The glossy black and blue paint was covered in dust from the haul through the desert. He’d been dodging cops ever since he’d left Nebraska and his old life behind. The last thing he needed was to get pulled over when he was so close to the next checkpoint.
“You sure this is the right place?” Tully looked over at Corinna.
Yes I’m sure.” She was looking at the sleek black race phone, and held up the bright blue display for him to see again. “But it’s not going to matter at all if that black and white catches up with us.”
“I am aware of that, Corinna.” His dark blue eyes flickered back to the rear view mirror. With a grim smile, Alex looked out at the meager pickings on the flat sun bleached stretch of freeway. There really wasn’t any other way to stop the cop, and get him off their ass. “Hang on.”
With his foot pressed all the way down on the gas, he cut off a big rig, close enough to nearly clip the backend off of his precious car. Behind them the rig jackknifed, the trailer twisting around to block the road behind him crushing a mini-van along the way.
“That should keep him busy,” Alex said, fighting back the bile in the back of his throat. He just prayed that no one died in the accident he’d just caused.
Alex Tully
DRIVE
252 words
Prompt: Black & White theatrical_muse
“You sure this is the right place?” Tully looked over at Corinna.
Yes I’m sure.” She was looking at the sleek black race phone, and held up the bright blue display for him to see again. “But it’s not going to matter at all if that black and white catches up with us.”
“I am aware of that, Corinna.” His dark blue eyes flickered back to the rear view mirror. With a grim smile, Alex looked out at the meager pickings on the flat sun bleached stretch of freeway. There really wasn’t any other way to stop the cop, and get him off their ass. “Hang on.”
With his foot pressed all the way down on the gas, he cut off a big rig, close enough to nearly clip the backend off of his precious car. Behind them the rig jackknifed, the trailer twisting around to block the road behind him crushing a mini-van along the way.
“That should keep him busy,” Alex said, fighting back the bile in the back of his throat. He just prayed that no one died in the accident he’d just caused.
Alex Tully
DRIVE
252 words
Prompt: Black & White theatrical_muse