-[...]the sun is setting.I´ve got things pending. The garage is still empty.- He closes the notebook and looks to her, expecting.-What do you think?
-Not bad. But, writing "poetry" is not going to help us here.
-Nilfred! Remember? Nilfred told us "when you get stuck, or in a bad situation... and... stuff, a good idea is to write down your emotions. That´s why I did...
-Don´t you dare even saying his bloody Name!... and...however-she curles his hair with her hand, desperatly frustrated- I think he meant stucked INTO emotions. You know... when you´ve had a bad day, or you feel down. NOT THIS!- She takes one hand off from the steering wheel to give more emphasis and suddenly the car trembles a little. He starts to scream.
-WAAAAARHG WEEEEEEEEEE ARE GONNA DIEEEEEEEEEEEERGH! AAAAARGH!
-¡SHUT UP, LUVIN!
-WAAAAAAARGH! DYING IS TEEEEEEEERRIBLE! IT SEEMS TO HURT SOOOOOOOOO BAAAAAAD WAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
-LUVIN!PLEASE! I CAN SHOUT TOO! YOU KNOW!!!???
-WAAAAAARGH!!!!
-SHUUUUUUUUUT UUUUUUUUP!!!!
-MOMMYYYYYY!!!! I WANT TO BE ALIVEEEEEE!!!!!!
-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!
-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!
-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!
-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!
-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!
The car passes again by the same petrol station. She realizes it and step strongly into the brake.
As soon as the car is totally stopped, Luvin opens the door and runs to the station, without shouting his big mouth for even a second. She rests her head in the wheel and closes her eyes. The "Waaargh" fades out in the distance.Tranquility, quietness. She's not having none of both latley. It´s hard to have them in her situation, however. But now, Luvin is far enough not to be heard. And the BIG situation, well, it does not matter now. Now she only cares about blackness and silence. Nothing is happening both out and in her head. The inner sea is totally calmed down. And nothing matters outside. The problems are really far and the...
-MARTHA!MARTHA! THE GARAGE IS STILL EMPTY!
Oh, Fuck. Here we go again.
- I DO FUCKING THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME THINGS THAT I FUCKING KNOW! IT´S THE TWENTY FUCKING NINTH TIME WE STOP IN HERE , STINKY PIECE OF SHIT!
Luvin looks at Martha, sadly, disappointedly, with his big green eyes shining.
-Sorry, Martha. I... was only... trying to... you know, help. Maybe, this time... was euh, different.
-Don´t worry Luvin. I´m just... so tired of that shit. It´s like... 6 days...6 montsh? I can´t even tell how long since that shit started. The sun is also stuck up in there. I just. Well...
She leaves the car. Martha walks around, triying to keep her eyes far from the petrol Station. She seats in the car hood. It´s quite hot. She does not give a fuck about that now. Even the very air is 36 degrees hot. There's a signal. "Las vegas" 6 Miles left. Such a joke. A green car passes through the road. Fast as hell. They´ve seen thousands of green ferraris this days. The drivers seem to be going furiously fast to nowhere. They don´t stop. Never. Even if Martha and Luvin make gestures to them. they shaked their hands off. Thousand of times they even tried to hit the other cars. Nothing happened. But, the thng that amazed Luvin and Martha the most were the faces. All the drivers seem to share the same face. Angry, but inexpressive and soulless.
A big BIG noise coming from somewhere, just around the sky. A huge "Click" or something like that, and three more green ferraris pass.
And she felt the urge again. Maybe, if they going through all the green ferraris they could get to Vegas once for all.
-LUVIN! GET IN THE CAR! COME ON!
She turns the engine on, and Luvin runs to the car. He knows her when she get into that mood. Always, when the big ass "Click" makes the world tremble, the amount of green ferraris increases. She wants to run over them. There´s no point on speaking to her. She´s kind of mad or into some craziness mood ore some stuff he don´t really know.
Their car, a red Ferrari, roars as a Juggernaut, and burns gallons of fuel, Furiously fast to Nowhere. Soon, they leave behind the other cars. In the distance, they can see the cheesy and lame skyline from "Las vegas". It does not move a little. It stays there, always at the same distance.
This story is partially inspired by "Furiosamente hacia ninguna parte" by Samuel Pérez
It is part of the project "Short Stories Spiral".
And, well, sorry for my English. Feel free to tell me about the mistakes I´ve made.
I´ll promise to do whatever it needs to be done.
-Not bad. But, writing "poetry" is not going to help us here.
-Nilfred! Remember? Nilfred told us "when you get stuck, or in a bad situation... and... stuff, a good idea is to write down your emotions. That´s why I did...
-Don´t you dare even saying his bloody Name!... and...however-she curles his hair with her hand, desperatly frustrated- I think he meant stucked INTO emotions. You know... when you´ve had a bad day, or you feel down. NOT THIS!- She takes one hand off from the steering wheel to give more emphasis and suddenly the car trembles a little. He starts to scream.
-WAAAAARHG WEEEEEEEEEE ARE GONNA DIEEEEEEEEEEEERGH! AAAAARGH!
-¡SHUT UP, LUVIN!
-WAAAAAAARGH! DYING IS TEEEEEEEERRIBLE! IT SEEMS TO HURT SOOOOOOOOO BAAAAAAD WAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
-LUVIN!PLEASE! I CAN SHOUT TOO! YOU KNOW!!!???
-WAAAAAARGH!!!!
-SHUUUUUUUUUT UUUUUUUUP!!!!
-MOMMYYYYYY!!!! I WANT TO BE ALIVEEEEEE!!!!!!
-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!
-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!
-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!
-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!
-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!
The car passes again by the same petrol station. She realizes it and step strongly into the brake.
As soon as the car is totally stopped, Luvin opens the door and runs to the station, without shouting his big mouth for even a second. She rests her head in the wheel and closes her eyes. The "Waaargh" fades out in the distance.Tranquility, quietness. She's not having none of both latley. It´s hard to have them in her situation, however. But now, Luvin is far enough not to be heard. And the BIG situation, well, it does not matter now. Now she only cares about blackness and silence. Nothing is happening both out and in her head. The inner sea is totally calmed down. And nothing matters outside. The problems are really far and the...
-MARTHA!MARTHA! THE GARAGE IS STILL EMPTY!
Oh, Fuck. Here we go again.
- I DO FUCKING THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME THINGS THAT I FUCKING KNOW! IT´S THE TWENTY FUCKING NINTH TIME WE STOP IN HERE , STINKY PIECE OF SHIT!
Luvin looks at Martha, sadly, disappointedly, with his big green eyes shining.
-Sorry, Martha. I... was only... trying to... you know, help. Maybe, this time... was euh, different.
-Don´t worry Luvin. I´m just... so tired of that shit. It´s like... 6 days...6 montsh? I can´t even tell how long since that shit started. The sun is also stuck up in there. I just. Well...
She leaves the car. Martha walks around, triying to keep her eyes far from the petrol Station. She seats in the car hood. It´s quite hot. She does not give a fuck about that now. Even the very air is 36 degrees hot. There's a signal. "Las vegas" 6 Miles left. Such a joke. A green car passes through the road. Fast as hell. They´ve seen thousands of green ferraris this days. The drivers seem to be going furiously fast to nowhere. They don´t stop. Never. Even if Martha and Luvin make gestures to them. they shaked their hands off. Thousand of times they even tried to hit the other cars. Nothing happened. But, the thng that amazed Luvin and Martha the most were the faces. All the drivers seem to share the same face. Angry, but inexpressive and soulless.
A big BIG noise coming from somewhere, just around the sky. A huge "Click" or something like that, and three more green ferraris pass.
And she felt the urge again. Maybe, if they going through all the green ferraris they could get to Vegas once for all.
-LUVIN! GET IN THE CAR! COME ON!
She turns the engine on, and Luvin runs to the car. He knows her when she get into that mood. Always, when the big ass "Click" makes the world tremble, the amount of green ferraris increases. She wants to run over them. There´s no point on speaking to her. She´s kind of mad or into some craziness mood ore some stuff he don´t really know.
Their car, a red Ferrari, roars as a Juggernaut, and burns gallons of fuel, Furiously fast to Nowhere. Soon, they leave behind the other cars. In the distance, they can see the cheesy and lame skyline from "Las vegas". It does not move a little. It stays there, always at the same distance.
Game Over.
___________________________________________________________________________________This story is partially inspired by "Furiosamente hacia ninguna parte" by Samuel Pérez
It is part of the project "Short Stories Spiral".
And, well, sorry for my English. Feel free to tell me about the mistakes I´ve made.
I´ll promise to do whatever it needs to be done.
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