Prompts 12-16 (Jesse Lacey, Andy Hull, Kevin Devine, Vin Accardi, Grace Read)
Jesse Lacey, Kevin Devine, Andy Hull (PG)
prompt: “it was just one.”
words: 326
Technically, Andy’s supposed to be sleeping right now. He’s supposed to be tucking his legs underneath his body and resting his head against the window while he dreams about puppies with pudgy legs, but, for Christ’s sake, “Jesse, you can not turn left on red.”
Jesse rocks forward a little, his eyes dreary, “It’s like four in the morning, don’t worry.”
Andy grips the sides of his seat. He wishes, maybe, that Kevin hadn’t mentioned that Jesse doesn’t technically have his driver’s license. “Well, he did, I guess. But then he got a speeding ticket, whatever.” But mainly, he wishes that he hadn’t asked Jesse why he got his license taken away. “I guess like, they said I was driving recklessly-whatever that means.”
Andy can give a clear definition if Jesse needs it, thank you very much.
“Jesse, blind spot. Jesse!” Jesse veers in front of a semi. “Oh my God,” Andy whispers and closes his eyes. He thanks God, says a few prayers, and does a few breathing exercises before opening his eyes again. When he opens them, they’re going through an intersection and, “Did you just run a red light?”
From the back, Kevin sighs heavily and sits up, “It was just one.”
This is not the time, seriously. “What’d you say, Kevin?”
“I said it was just one.” Kevin steps over Robert’s sleeping figure and settles into an empty seat behind Jesse. “Relax. I let Jesse drive my car all the time and he’s only gotten into two, maybe three accidents.”
Jesse scoffs, “Yeah. That one with that bitch from Jersey doesn’t count.” He opens the center console and looks for the pack of gum he knows he stashed in there. “I mean, hello, don’t pass someone when they’re on their cell phone. It’s common sense, really. She was basically asking me to side-swipe her.”
Andy prays this is some sick joke and closes his eyes as Jesse turns onto the expressway.
prompt: “it was just one.”
words: 326
Technically, Andy’s supposed to be sleeping right now. He’s supposed to be tucking his legs underneath his body and resting his head against the window while he dreams about puppies with pudgy legs, but, for Christ’s sake, “Jesse, you can not turn left on red.”
Jesse rocks forward a little, his eyes dreary, “It’s like four in the morning, don’t worry.”
Andy grips the sides of his seat. He wishes, maybe, that Kevin hadn’t mentioned that Jesse doesn’t technically have his driver’s license. “Well, he did, I guess. But then he got a speeding ticket, whatever.” But mainly, he wishes that he hadn’t asked Jesse why he got his license taken away. “I guess like, they said I was driving recklessly-whatever that means.”
Andy can give a clear definition if Jesse needs it, thank you very much.
“Jesse, blind spot. Jesse!” Jesse veers in front of a semi. “Oh my God,” Andy whispers and closes his eyes. He thanks God, says a few prayers, and does a few breathing exercises before opening his eyes again. When he opens them, they’re going through an intersection and, “Did you just run a red light?”
From the back, Kevin sighs heavily and sits up, “It was just one.”
This is not the time, seriously. “What’d you say, Kevin?”
“I said it was just one.” Kevin steps over Robert’s sleeping figure and settles into an empty seat behind Jesse. “Relax. I let Jesse drive my car all the time and he’s only gotten into two, maybe three accidents.”
Jesse scoffs, “Yeah. That one with that bitch from Jersey doesn’t count.” He opens the center console and looks for the pack of gum he knows he stashed in there. “I mean, hello, don’t pass someone when they’re on their cell phone. It’s common sense, really. She was basically asking me to side-swipe her.”
Andy prays this is some sick joke and closes his eyes as Jesse turns onto the expressway.