Blue Lips 1
anonymous
November 27 2010, 03:43:39 UTC
America swore as he tried to calm his accelerated breathing, hands clenched tightly around the smooth leather of the steering wheel. He blinked, eyes looking to the dashboard but not seeing anything. He realized belatedly that it was due to his glasses askew and fixed them quietly, watching the whispers of the car windshield slide back and forth rapidly in a rhythmic beat as it tried to fend off the heavy gales of snow. “I thought I was going to flip there…” he finally muttered to himself.
Taking a breath, he shifted the car into park and switched the ignition off watching the glow of the lights die and everything fall into silence. “Aw, frikkin’ A” he muttered to the silent rented car, then reached behind him to grab his coat and opened the car door. America slipped into the sleeves quickly, cold gales of wind battering against his frame and snow immediately whiting out his vision. Pulling his jacket closer about his frame, America shuffled around his car, letting a strangled sigh fall from his lips as he looked at the dented hood and crushed metal. The black ice at the top of the hill had caused him to slide out of control and crash into the barrier at the side of the road.
America bent down, with one hand on the quickly cooling hood. Tilting his head, he surveyed the wheels since the car was tilting slightly towards the ditch the barrier had been protecting against. One of the tires was flat and there wasn’t a spare. “Of course. Just my luck.” He stood up, shoving his hands into his armpits and resisted the urge to kick the car. That would just be another dent.
The frigid air smelled of cold ice and snow, and the thick swollen puffs of snow looked a strange bronze in the light of a distant street lamp. Cheeks feeling numb and raw from only a few minutes in the icy night, America got back into the car and closed himself into the vehicle. For a minute, he stared at the black dashboard.
And here America thought that he had bad winters what with Alaska and New England and all. But this…this was just ridiculous. The roads were so icy and slick, and the road had yet to be salted. “That’s some wicked bad snow,” he sighed and chewed on his lip, beginning to see the fogging of his breath in the air.
“Aw, screw this.” Reaching into his jeans, lifting his hips up gently to fish into the recess of his pocket, he finally found his cell and sat back into the seat. Scrolling through a few of the contacts on his phone, he hesitated for one second before tapping the screen. “Fuck, it’s cold. I’ll chance the car turning into a fireball.” His fingers were twisted around the key as the phone began to ring. “Only way to get any frikkin’ heat in this frikkin’ land.” The phone quickly clicked just s he finished muttering.
America swore as he tried to calm his accelerated breathing, hands clenched tightly around the smooth leather of the steering wheel. He blinked, eyes looking to the dashboard but not seeing anything. He realized belatedly that it was due to his glasses askew and fixed them quietly, watching the whispers of the car windshield slide back and forth rapidly in a rhythmic beat as it tried to fend off the heavy gales of snow. “I thought I was going to flip there…” he finally muttered to himself.
Taking a breath, he shifted the car into park and switched the ignition off watching the glow of the lights die and everything fall into silence. “Aw, frikkin’ A” he muttered to the silent rented car, then reached behind him to grab his coat and opened the car door. America slipped into the sleeves quickly, cold gales of wind battering against his frame and snow immediately whiting out his vision. Pulling his jacket closer about his frame, America shuffled around his car, letting a strangled sigh fall from his lips as he looked at the dented hood and crushed metal. The black ice at the top of the hill had caused him to slide out of control and crash into the barrier at the side of the road.
America bent down, with one hand on the quickly cooling hood. Tilting his head, he surveyed the wheels since the car was tilting slightly towards the ditch the barrier had been protecting against. One of the tires was flat and there wasn’t a spare. “Of course. Just my luck.” He stood up, shoving his hands into his armpits and resisted the urge to kick the car. That would just be another dent.
The frigid air smelled of cold ice and snow, and the thick swollen puffs of snow looked a strange bronze in the light of a distant street lamp. Cheeks feeling numb and raw from only a few minutes in the icy night, America got back into the car and closed himself into the vehicle. For a minute, he stared at the black dashboard.
And here America thought that he had bad winters what with Alaska and New England and all. But this…this was just ridiculous. The roads were so icy and slick, and the road had yet to be salted. “That’s some wicked bad snow,” he sighed and chewed on his lip, beginning to see the fogging of his breath in the air.
“Aw, screw this.” Reaching into his jeans, lifting his hips up gently to fish into the recess of his pocket, he finally found his cell and sat back into the seat. Scrolling through a few of the contacts on his phone, he hesitated for one second before tapping the screen. “Fuck, it’s cold. I’ll chance the car turning into a fireball.” His fingers were twisted around the key as the phone began to ring. “Only way to get any frikkin’ heat in this frikkin’ land.” The phone quickly clicked just s he finished muttering.
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