NaPoWriMo #17
HIGHWAY
Christopher loved driving down the highway. He loved how the signs had names for towns nowhere near him tempting him to drive to Memphis instead of work or Detroit instead of the grocery store. The other fantasy the highway gave him was that of destruction and death, of his and everyone else's cars turning over at full speed, their hoods peeling back like sardine tins and his and everyone else's skulls grinding huge smears of blood and flesh across the pavement. This was fantastic.
Christopher loved driving down the highway. He loved how the signs had names for towns nowhere near him tempting him to drive to Memphis instead of work or Detroit instead of the grocery store. The other fantasy the highway gave him was that of destruction and death, of his and everyone else's cars turning over at full speed, their hoods peeling back like sardine tins and his and everyone else's skulls grinding huge smears of blood and flesh across the pavement. This was fantastic.