"Lost"
Dan unbuttoned his shirt and looked in the mirror. His pacemaker thumped tiny electrons to his heart as he gazed over at his wife. She had taken too many drugs and passed out. She lay on the soft couch as the T. V. sounded in the background. Dan sighed and buttoned his shirt back up. This pain was too great to endure here.
He took a step outside and watched the sunset. Warmth enriched his body where coldness used to thrive. He sat on the dock and let the waves roll, capturing the moment. He thought about his lifetime. He fathered two sons; both of which he had a strong dislike for. He wanted Lucas to be better, stronger at his game and stop worrying about his girlfriends. He wanted Nathan to focus on what's important and to be the athlete he was in his day. But no, he thought, maybe that was me. Maybe I impacted him too much in the first place. He reflected on his past with Nathan, thinking through his decisions as the sky filled with darkness. He decided that he had affected everyone in a negative way and knew what he could do about it.
He wanted to run away from his life, leave his sick wife to die in no one's arms. He didn't want to see the end; he wanted to bring it. And with that, he revved up his car and drove off.
A loud rasping on the door made Deb's eyes flicker. She first saw a white stucco ceiling before realizing where she was. The knocking grew louder. "I'm coming!" she yelled.
"Debra, is that you?" Tim asked when she finally gathered the strength to open the door.
"Oh, Tim, come in, I just woke up. Sorry about the mess; I didn't expect company." She laughed, hesitantly. "Are you here for any particular reason?" she asked, as he sat on the couch she had risen from.
"Umm…no. I just wanted to come and say hi to you." He looked over at Deb's priceless beauty. Damn, she's hot, he thought.
Deb chuckled sweetly at this. "That was very nice of you, Tim, but if you're looking for Nathan he's out. Since he moved back in he's been trying to stay away from us." Debs smile turned to sadness. "Do you want anything to drink?" she asked, to brighten up the sorrow.
"Sure, a beer would be fine," Tim said, noticing Deb's vulnerability. He thought of what she could give him at this point in time.
Deb slowly took three steps toward the kitchen. Everything was becoming blurry and the world seemed to spin around her. The walls turned to black and the windows shone with night air's bright stars. Suddenly, she collapsed and Tim knelt down to see what was the matter. He stared at her blonde hair and cleavage. He couldn't resist. He snuck one shaky hand on one; he thought it wouldn't count as much. Then he realized she wasn't breathing and he had to do this. He put two hands on her chest, below her breasts, and did CPR on her. He breathed into her mouth, let damp hair in and out. God, he was loving this.
Meanwhile, Dan sped on the highway. Sirens rang behind him. He craned his neck to the rearview mirror to see who it was. Sheriff. He cursed under his breath. How could I ever get caught? He thought to himself. Before, he had checked the speedometer, which told him he was going only 50 mph on an interstate with a limit of only 60 mph. "Hmmm…." He thought out loud. "I wonder what kind of cop this is?"
A beige door slammed shut in the distance as Dan parked on the shoulder. A very butch-looking woman walked out, boldly, and knocked for him to roll down his window.
"Your left break light is out." She told him. Dan began to open the door to look at the problem, but she stopped him with a steel-toed boot to the door. Ooh, that's going to hurt the paint, he thought.
"So, where are you driving to this evening, cowboy?" she said with her leg still bent toward the door, suggestively.
Dan had to laugh. "Are you asking me out?"
The officer smiled. "Ah. So you're married. Most good-lookin' men are married these days. Just thought I'd ask – us sheriffs don't get that much attention these days." She began to walk away before Dan stuck his head out the window.
"Wait, aren't you going to give me a ticket?"
The woman stood still for a moment. She twisted around and smiled. "Is that what you want?"
Dan grinned. He knew cheating on his wife would be wrong, but he couldn't resist. "You can hop in. But don't expect anything," he replied, putting out his trademark lie.
She smirked and opened up the passenger door with a click. "Better not let me catch you speeding." Dan couldn't help but stare at her beauty as he glided down the highway, freely.