THUD
“Hey! Careful with the door. I know you said you don’t like my car but you don’t need to prove it.”
“Sorry, I thought I saw your head there.”
“Bitch…”
Marli never did like my white VT Commodore, but that was mainly because it was more than she could afford. It was also more than I could afford, but parents are a marvellous thing when you get your license. They would prefer their child to hug an airbag than to get overly acquainted with a steering wheel. Can’t say I blame them.
“So where do you want to eat?"
“I was thinking the roof sounds pretty good.” I smirked.
She giggled. The way most girls giggle at my lame-ass jokes, but unlike most other girls, a smart ass comment usually followed closely behind.
“Alright, go ahead. Just make sure you leave the keys here so I can drive this piece of crap off the nearest cliff."
“It’s alright baby, you know I still love you.”
“Eww Zack! I don’t want your love.”
“I was talking to my car, thank you very much.”
“Oh, right. And what do you call it again? The Bitch?”
“The Beast, Marli. The Beast.”
I turned the ignition and the engine roared into existence, as if to say, ‘Slam my door again, I dare you.’
It was a gas guzzler in its purest form, and it knew it. Which was about the only thing I hated; the fact that if you wanted to get from Point A to Point B, you had to go through a service station or two.
“So, I’ll ask again, where are we going?” She was more direct.
I had no idea where I wanted to be. In truth, I didn’t want to be anywhere. I didn’t want to be by the beach, or even the airport lookout; too many memories of making out in the shallow waters, or exchanging embarrassing life stories.
In my mind, existence was optional. And at times, confusing. So I planned to do what I always did in this situation, I’d drive. No particular direction, just onto the nearest highway. But the problem when I don’t know where I’m going is that I always seem to end up in the same place. Deep Creek; one of the only places I have ever felt truly at peace in this world.
Marli was becoming impatient again. I saw the same look every time, almost an interrogating look. Her eyes locked onto mine in a game of ‘who can stare the longest.’
“I was thinking of just picking a direction and sticking with it. Being spontaneous and all that.”
“Oh yeah? Well as long as you pay the fuel, I don’t mind where we go. You drive, and I’ll follow.”
“Well it seems since you’re strapped in, you haven’t really got a choice.”
I was lying; I knew exactly where we were going. Along the highway, through a small town and down a dirt road. A road hidden so well that it seemed like time itself had forgotten about it. The only way one would only know it was there is if you’d been there before. Or broken down on the main road and walked past it…
It was by chance that I stumbled across it again. I’d been going the opposite way late at night, back home to be precise, when a kangaroo decided to grace me with its presence. I narrowly avoided eating kangaroo steak for dinner only to swerve onto the dirt road, right between two thick tree trunks. It was a well kept secret. Picture a short, inclining dirt road next to a bridge, almost completely hidden by thick, luscious branches on either side. It could almost not exist, almost be living my dream.
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Deep Creek
Paranormal"I had no idea where I wanted to be. In truth, I didn't want to be anywhere. In my mind, existence was optional... And at times, confusing. So I planned to do what I always did in this situation; I'd drive. No particular direction, just onto the nea...
