First date. Acceleration. Horns honking. Squealing tires. A sudden veer
through traffic, and I'm sliding across the seat. My head
smashes against the passenger side window. I see something less
than stars. An elbow jabs roughly into my throat. He is leaning past me,
over me, screaming, giving some guy in a silver Camaro the middle -
finger. Curses and spittle fly. Then, it's done. It's as if I imagined it all.
Second date.
For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads
17 comments:
Ah, the lure of the Bad Boy. This was a great scene.
Hope the second date was with some one else.
That was an intense read. Warm greetings!
Some first dates are much more memorable than others. :-D
And no third... ?
Pheew, intense, just like a first date.
I'm so sorry! Every girl's first date MUST BE magic.
Whoa, and he got a second date? I dated his cousin, I think.
A revealing intro to what to expect on the second date and perhaps the 3rd one too if it ever materialises!
Hank
This was an intoxicating review
Much love...
I read it as the second date didn't happen (and a good thing, too) as there was no description of it.
Certainly a telling ice-breaker..Quite a good thing to know exactly what you will be getting into.
Second date?
Ah yes.. first dates are always intense! Powerfully penned.
i like that there is no story for the second date. ~
Haha! I can so relate. Love this snapshot!
Anything to break up the routine?
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