Speeding down the highway..
Crushed together on the back floor boards
of our old station wagon..
Mom driving fast..
Cigarette in hand..
I watch the long ash
waiting for it to fall..
windows open..
Ashes blow on us all..
burning our eyes..
gray speckles in our hair..
funny thing to remember
as we are running for our lives..
drive faster mommy we don't care..
Her hands shaking ..
she lights another and another..
faster and faster we drive..
trying to get away..
We hear a car horn blaring.
we know he is close behind..
Faster Mommy
we are running out of time..
He screams..
you are all dead..
stop this car
or blood will shed..
We all scream
we try to hide..
putting hands over eyes..
Scared but somehow happy..
a chance to escape..
No more living in fear..
No more hate..
No more visits in the night..
Freedom..
I will die for this..
just the chance..
to make life right..
Go faster!!
please don't stop..
But she does..
She ALWAYS does..
she is his wife..
They stand on the highway and fight..
We drive back home in silence..
With promises of a new life..
but he is in my room that very same night..
I wait to try again another day..
try and try to run away.
Erica
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Reviews of "Race To Nowhere"
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on February 21, 2003
hahahahahahahahahahah ! Gawd...did that bring back memories. Thanks for the ride.
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this is scary.....like that light...thought for a moment the car was going to crash.....been in that scary time of life myself......only I was the driver
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tinka
Erica...this is so vivid, from start to end it was like "I" was in the car feeling each moment of urgency to get away and then so sad when you didn't. You are a great writer.
Reviewed by Little Miss...
Reviewed on February 21, 2003
I was engrossed in the storyline...i could feel the urgency in your words to escape.
A sad topic but told very well!
Take care,
Love Jilly x
I don't know what the "drug" thing is, but your point is more than made. For some people (the adults in this work) all roads lead to hell, you, my dear, are one the path to heaven, and taking many of us with you. Great write, intense, and truely express by the eyes of a child.
I always love your comments.. I don't think i got my point across on this one. if by drugs you mean the cigarette ashes.. that was just a strange thing for a child to remember in the situation I was in
Love, romance, innocence, intrigue, danger, and lust. Life is complicated, and love even more so. Life, and love, can be hazardous to a lady's health. Especially if she's fallen in love with a married pop star.
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josie
A sad topic but told very well!
Take care,
Love Jilly x