Snapshots from Green Victoria (tedwords) wrote,
Snapshots from Green Victoria

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Embers (Part One)

We drove down Interstate 95 in a borrowed convertible and a lease on love that had long since expired.

"Are you sure you know how to get there?" I asked again. Goddammit, stop sounding jittery. You're actually enjoying the ride she's taking you on.

The top was down. The cool air felt good hitting my naked scalp, especially after the 98 degree weather we had experienced that day.

"I was there three days ago!" she grumbled. Her dark hair whipped around her face like crazy.

"That doesn't mean you actually remember. Besides, you were drunk."

"I was drinking. Not drunk. And I'll need to drink tonight, too."

I glanced over to see if she was really angry, but I couldn't read anything in her face. She sat there, impassive, staring at the other cars on the road. I wondered what was going on inside her head. Not for the first time, either.

She was dressed in black, in a tight shirt that accentuated her tits. Not that she was really interested in impressing anyone, not for this crowd. Or was she? Hell, lightning had struck once. Perhaps she was hoping it would strike again.

I hadn't been certain what to wear, so I had settled on my safety outfit: a dark green poplin shirt, black pants and a pair of storm trooper boots. I liked to think it afforded me an image.

"You don't need me as a reason to drink," I said smugly and shifted into the high speed lane.

"You've always been the reason I drink," she replied. "Always."

"Annie's been watching the kids too much lately," I said. "We shouldn't have gone out tonight."

"You want to turn around and go home?"

I grinned. "What if I said yes?"

"Then you can drop me off and pick me up later," she replied. "We're late enough as it is. I'm going whether you like it or not."

"I don't like," I replied. My stomach felt as if it were on fire. But careful...don't show it. Don't show how scared you are. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her looking at me, casting a skeptical eye on what I was saying.

I grinned. "Well, okay. Maybe I do like. Just a little."

She touched my hand on the steering wheel. Her touch reminded me of the absence of my wedding ring on my left hand. had lost it swimming in the pool the other day. I had hunted around for hours, holding my breath and fumbling around, searching every inch of the pool liner, for some sign of the outward show of our partnership. But it had been nowhere to be found.

Ah, symbolism.

"Are you nervous?" she asked.


"What do you thinks going to happen? It's just a housewarming party. Nothing's going to happen."

"Darn," I managed (just barely) to joke, although deep down I probably meant it. A wise person had once said to me that sarcasm is a sure sign of wishes gone unfulfilled. And here I was, the king of sarcasm.

"Relax," she advised. "Just go with the flow."

Go with the flow? I had resisted going with the flow for 30 years. It was a bit hard to let yourself get swept away with the current after all that time. Go with the flow...I gripped the steering wheel and focused on the exhilarating feel of racing down the highway with nothing over my head except the moon and stars.
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