Deluge
It all happened so fast. The staccato hammering of the rain graduating to a cacophony. All sound and fury. Sight, too. Red squares ahead, barely visible, their edges obscured by the gallons of water in the space between us; vague twin pairs moving along with me at fifty miles an hour.
It should have been eighty.
The music pours out of the stereo louder and louder to drown out the clamor. "Take me in and dry the rain..." An apropos sentiment for the moment. Kamikaze drops pound at the thin layer of glass a few feet from my face. The wiper blades struggle keep up with the monsoon. They're losing the battle.
A flash of lightning illuminates the dirty sky. The crimson twins ahead glow brighter in reflexive response. Amber hazard light cousins flash their interval, repetitive, nonsensical morse code almost apologizing for the slow rate of progress. I refuse to acknowledge their excuses.
"If there's something inside that you wanna say, say it out loud, it'll be okay..."
Momentary silence outside bursts through, cutting the noise for just a split second. The music hits me louder than before. With no competition, the sound is deafening and wonderful. The overpass grants me this brief reprieve; lesser vehicles huddle underneath, staking claim to the oasis of dry land for as long as necessary.
The downpour continues apace. Whitecaps form in the wake of rubber tread cutting through the murk. Flashing saffron triangles portend a long evening ahead.
Fucking rain.
posted by Maki @ 10:40 PM
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Either you're practicing your fiction writing skills, or you're in a part of Jacksonville this weekend totally removed from my part (which, considering the size of it, isn't really all that remarkable for this town).
Maki, rooted down in his Acheron throne, hunchbacked with no cathedral bell to toll, no one to hear his cries of "Sanctuary!" There is no respite to be had from writer’s block. The keys will grant no quarter. But Maki, the soldier-priest of the blogging elite, whose words entice, seduce and enlighten, has felt this weighted noose before.
He knows before there can be laughter, before there can be joy, he must overcome the void, the nothingness that engulfs him when his cursor falls heavily on the conveyance on the upper-right corner of his glowing tablet. Before there can be joy, he beats back the emptiness.
He is Big Maki.
He does this for us.
He does this so we do not have to.
"Nonfiction," said the bard. "'Twas a tale of woe, set on a stetch of highway with the moniker Interstate 95."
Palm Coast. The fifth circle of hell. Metaphor or allegory? Regardless, the smell of death, fear and precipitation hung high in the air. Inhospitable. Inescapable.
"It was a long, strange trip." He said it simply. Plainly. He then clicked "Login and Publish," praying his words would not fall upon deaf ears or blind eyeballs.
"Stetch." The typo hung heavy in the air, like a poorly-given compliment. Its trail unerasable, it lingered about, mocking its reciter.
"You don't know how to spell 'stretch,' do ya boy?"
No, he did not. He wept silently, hoping the unwanted attention would subside. But no reprieve would be given. Not today.
Not today.
A slight breeze fluttered the branches of the tall oak tree. The rustling causing such a din that none could escape it. His eye twitched involuntarily.
Ummmm, so it sounds like you had to drive in the rain, and it sounds like it sucked.
beta band. why do you have the most superb taste in music???
I should have known you'd be the one to recognize the song, Liz. Yes, I'm breaking pretentious prose character to say that because pretty much nobody else I know is cool enough to have The Three EPs. Maybe Matt might be, but he didn't go nuts over Heroes to Zeros like I did. So he never got a copy.
And Holly, you're just no fun. I stick out my tongue and wave my finger at thee.
Ahhhh, come on Maki! You don't like my witty (stupid) sardonic (smart-ass) comments?
But I like yours :-(
And here I was hoping everyone would hop on the pretentious, drawn-out, overbearing style bandwagon for the comments. Maybe I won't make this a regular feature, even if I had a big ol' batch of fun with it.
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