note…this story just kind of popped into my head…just one of those things you have to write…or I'll never finish anything else…. Okay….R&R!
PS I own nothing!
The road was smooth beneath his tires and it stretched out before him, the turns and hills beckoning him to never turn back but to drive on forever. Wife number three had walked out the door, stomped actually, and he had decided that a bit of quiet time was needed. Well, he and the radio time in reality. Thoughts flew from mind and he forgot to feel guilty about 'borrowing' House's corvette. The sun was warm as it began to sink down below the horizon and his light brown hair blew in the breeze he made.
Finally he pulled to the side of the road and hopped out of the car. The 'vette was covered in dust and Wilson decided that a trip to the carwash would be necessary before returning House's beloved car. James sat next to the car and watched sun sink and the dark slowly melt in. The stars twinkled and lit the sky with a gentle and wonderful glow. He closed his eyes as he leaned against the dusty car, a feeling of completeness engulfing him like a blanket after a rough day, or a hug from a dear friend.
The bug's music threatened to lull him to sleep as the sun's warmth rose from the asphalt shoulder of the lonely road he followed. His thoughts became fuzzy and unclear as he drifted off to sleep on the side of the road.
The chirping of the early morning birds aroused him from his slumber. He blinked to clear the sleep from his eyes. As he faced east he could see hints of pink begin to light the sky. His clothing was moist with dew and he shivered slightly, wishing for the suns warmth. He groaned as he stood, sore after sleeping on pavement. As he climbed in the car he wished he could have stayed in last night forever with the stars being his only companions. He tried to remember that moment of understanding and wholeness but couldn't feel the same warmth that had so completely intoxicated him only the previous night.
He climbed into the car slowly wincing at the soreness. For now his only concern would be cleaning up the corvette before Greg could tell Wilson had 'borrowed' it for the night.
Authors note: Thanks for reading…not what I normally write but I think it was ok-ish… tell me what you think…critics are welcome to review as long as it is thoughtful and smart criticism.