Racing

This past weekend my wife and I drove to Northern Virginia and back, approximately 1600 miles round trip.  Up on Friday, back on Sunday.  It was worth it.  We got to see our granddaughter’s first ballet recital.

Maybe it was a little crazy, but when families are geographically separated, that’s the kind of thing you do.

I can’t say that I look forward to long road trips anymore, but at least they give you a chance to think.  When you’re not talking or dodging traffic, that is.

One of the things I thought about was a video I saw on a blog last week.  Perhaps you saw it.  It showed the interior of the driver compartment of a drag racer going 200 miles per hour.  Suddenly the steering wheel comes off and, following the initial shock, the driver calmly activates the emergency drag chute to slow the car as he tries to figure out what he’s supposed to do with the detached steering wheel.  Finally he just tosses to the side as he waits for the car to stop.  (See the video here.)

What the video doesn’t show it what happened next.

At first the driver calmly awaits his crew to help him get out of the drag racer’s cockpit.  No one comes.  Finally he opens the canopy, releases his safety harness, and pulls himself out of the cockpit.  What he discovers is that somehow his world has changed.

His drag racer is overgrown with heavy vines and thick foliage.  The surface of the drag strip is cracked and disintegrating, allowing trees and heavy grasses to grow through it.  The viewing stands are gone.  There are no cheering fans.  There is no pit crew.  There is nothing he recognizes.

The heavy forest that has replaced his world is strange, dark, and filled with noises that bear little resemblance to anything he can identify.  He is terrified to go out into the forest, but he can’t stay where he is.  He needs shelter.  He needs food.  He needs answers.

Is he in the future or the past?  Did he leave his world or did his world leave him?  Is he really in this strange new reality or is he insane?

And what of the dark light he sees deep in the forest, what could it mean?

No matter what the answer, the driver is more than geographically separated from everything he knows and loves.  How he is separated is really up to the writer to discover.

So, what do you think?  Maybe you know.

If you have some ideas, why not share?  In a world where the infinite is possible there aren’t any wrong answers.

If you’d like to share, just click the Leave a comment link.  I’d be interested to know what you think.

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About Kevin_Fraleigh

I am a novelist, and much of my writing is predicated on the concept that within each of us is a hole. For some of us, the hole is a divot, shallow and insignificant. But for many of us the hole is a cavern, deep and expansive. We try to fill it with sex or drugs or religion, but the cavern has an insatiable appetite. This is where the dark things live―the things that fill our nightmares. The things that claw at our minds. The things that inspire the stories of horror, madness, and twisted realities. From the depths of that cavern come the seeds of my stories. Won’t you join me in the dark edges of reality? Learn more about me from my blog at anytomorrow.wordpress.com. You can find my novels at amazon.com, smashwords.com, and most eBook retailers. You can also read some of my full length short stories at http://www.wattpad.com/user/Kevin_Fraleigh
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2 Responses to Racing

  1. hawleywood40 says:

    Can’t say that I know, but thinking about it and coming up with an answer is definitely a wonderful writing prompt!

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