Night Time

Once he got behind the steering wheel, and the music began to play, everything was different. His mind was clear… focused. His hand moved to the stick. His other hand gripped the wheel. The engine revved. He was the car. But like all good things, it had to end.
Once he got behind the steering wheel, and the music began to play, everything was different. His mind was clear… focused. His hand moved to the stick. His other hand gripped the wheel. The engine revved. He was the car.

But like all good things, it had to end.

As he lay in bed, night closed around him like a warm blanket… night, his good friend. Goodnight…

Author: Keith Survell

A geek, programmer, amateur photographer, anime fan and crazy rabbit person.