Wednesday November 22, 2006

He’s chasing you because you’ve got his wife in your backseat. She’s trying to put her clothes on, but you’re weaving and swerving so much that she keeps getting thrown around back there. You’re driving naked. That’s what you were wearing when her husband pulled into the shopping center parking lot where you and her were doing it and he came running at your car with a tire iron. He shattered one window and created a spider-web on the windshield and you can barely see out of it.

“Pull over,” his wife is saying now. She’s in her clothes and she’s staring through the rear windshield at her husband. “Pull over,” she’s saying because she doesn’t care about what happens you. She never thought her husband would keep chase with such determination just to kill the man who laid a hand on her. She’s watching his car and she’s afraid her husband is going to have a change of heart and pull off at an exit any minute now. She’s terrified of it being too late. “Pull over,” she’s saying.

Her clothes are on and she’s speaking to you without taking her eyes off the car behind her. She’s trying to see his face. Her clothes are on and you’re all alone.

“Sorry,” you say.

You’re on the highway now. You’re doing seventy-five and he’s right behind you. He’s not trying to ram you off the road. He’s just keeping pace with you, letting you know that no matter how far you decide to drive, he’ll be right behind you. Cars run out of gas eventually, and he’ll be right behind you when you do.

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Happy Car Chase Day!