Anywhere But Here Challenge
Oct. 14th, 2004 02:48 amGen, 180 words
The Road
The road was blanketed in fog, each streetlight just a vague nimbus of
light hovering above them. He could barely read the road signs
they passed, even the large, well-lit WELCOME TO MICHIGAN billboard
visible only with a squint. Beside him, Ray shifted in his seat,
leaning forward a little as he concentrated. A truck slid out of the
mist towards them, headlights illuminating Ray's face as it rattled
past, every line of fatigue and experience suddenly thrown into harsh
relief. He rubbed his own eyes, gritty with exhaustion.
"Are you all right to keep driving, Ray?" he asked, breaking an hour of silence.
Ray flinched as if he had been struck. "I'm good. I'm fine." Ray
glanced over, then away again.
He waited for the joke about his own driving.
Along the side of the road fences rose and fell, billboards hawked
hamburgers and hotels. The fog thinned, and Ray muttered something
under his breath, accelerating to his usual reckless pace.
The horizon was pink and grey when he saw the first sign for Sault Ste. Marie.
The Road
The road was blanketed in fog, each streetlight just a vague nimbus of
light hovering above them. He could barely read the road signs
they passed, even the large, well-lit WELCOME TO MICHIGAN billboard
visible only with a squint. Beside him, Ray shifted in his seat,
leaning forward a little as he concentrated. A truck slid out of the
mist towards them, headlights illuminating Ray's face as it rattled
past, every line of fatigue and experience suddenly thrown into harsh
relief. He rubbed his own eyes, gritty with exhaustion.
"Are you all right to keep driving, Ray?" he asked, breaking an hour of silence.
Ray flinched as if he had been struck. "I'm good. I'm fine." Ray
glanced over, then away again.
He waited for the joke about his own driving.
Along the side of the road fences rose and fell, billboards hawked
hamburgers and hotels. The fog thinned, and Ray muttered something
under his breath, accelerating to his usual reckless pace.
The horizon was pink and grey when he saw the first sign for Sault Ste. Marie.
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Date: 2004-10-14 04:57 am (UTC)Oooh, echoes of HCL, even!
He waited for the joke about his own driving.
I love the way *we* wait, too, for the joke that never comes. Plus, I adore stories that end with them driving/riding/sledding off into the sunrise.
Nicely done.
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Date: 2004-10-14 05:27 am (UTC)That's really quite an achievement, given that I've never seen HCL!
Thank you!
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Date: 2004-10-14 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-14 05:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-14 05:38 am (UTC)You rule!
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Date: 2004-10-14 05:54 am (UTC)I'm starting to think though that I am never going to hit the elusive 1000 word mark.
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Date: 2004-10-14 05:50 am (UTC)Now write the rest of it :-).
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Date: 2004-10-14 05:55 am (UTC)I do think there is a contrasting on-the-way-back story waiting to be written somewhere...
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Date: 2004-10-14 06:07 am (UTC)As for 'journey back' stories, I'm particularly fond of the second part of Bone's 'Layers' series:
http://www.squidge.org/dsa/archive/episode/layerspart.html
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Date: 2004-10-14 06:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-14 09:22 pm (UTC)(and one of my favourite 'journey back' stories is Ray Saved From Drowning (http://www.squidge.org/dsa/archive/episode/raysaved1.html) by Denise Raymond.
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Date: 2004-10-15 12:03 am (UTC)And also for the rec, which I very much enjoyed.
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Date: 2004-10-15 01:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-27 03:35 am (UTC)And the description is so accurate to late night roadtripping in the MidWest. I just recently did both an overnight to Wisconsin and late night into Moose Jaw, SK, and both had exactly that feel.
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Date: 2005-07-27 08:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-27 03:36 am (UTC)