Contemporary Writer

Things have been a bit hectic lately, so this was all I managed for last week’s aspirations – it’s not complete, but it’s something.


The next turn was three kilometres up the road. Just three. I’m counting the metres. Five more to the next electricity pole. To that red mailbox. To the blue car with the smashed windows. And bullet holes. Eyes on the road not on the red. Glass crinkles under the tires. Don’t pop, don’t pop. No, no, no just keep peddling. Don’t burst. Now to that overturned truck. Two more k’s. Whirring tires and panting breaths, keeping match to my heart. Thud, thud, thud. Just one more K. Just…one…more.

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