The coupe sped down the mountain road, a sleek blur of silver flowing through the curves and around bends like mercury poured from a vial. The crisp, high altitude bore a tinge of burnt rubber as the tires alternatively gripped and spun across the tarmac.
As lightly as the driver’s skilled hands floated over the steering wheel, his passenger’s blood-red fingernails were digging fiercely into the soft, supple leather of her seat as they careened along the miles. Her face though, belied any fear or discomfort for she was grinning ear to ear. The top was down, of course, and the tinkling, magical sound of her laughter borne away by the rushing wind seemed to cling to her long tresses whipping out behind her as they drove.
The throaty growl of the car’s engine was punctuated by a whine as he down-shifted around another corner and then accelerated again headlong down a long, flat, straightway. Next to him, her eyes widened as she spied the yellow and black warning signs shooting by, first one, then another, and a then a third. Each sign bore a dire message indicating an impending danger further down the road:
Approaching the turn, with a view that stretched out over the cliff to the farthest horizon, he expertly braked, shifted, spun the steering wheel, and the little coupe fish-tailed through it as if in slow motion. She braced herself with her arms against the dash, elbows locked. The rear bumper slid along mere inches from the steel guard rail. Back tires threw up a shower of rocks and dirt cascading over the cliff. The azure blue of sky pitched first one way then snapped back while the tires once again gained purchase and they flew out of the turn as if from a slingshot.
She realized she’d been screaming and brought a hand quickly up to cover her mouth, looking sheepishly at the driver as they continued racing down the mountain. It was his turn to laugh, the sun glinting off the gold frame of his Aviators. Neither of them spoke for the roaring wind snatched all their words away until finally, impossibly, they reached the bottom and, she thought guiltily, the Heaven-sent flatlands once again.
He pulled the car over onto the shoulder in a cloud of dust and shifted into Park. The engine idled, its calm and quiet almost loud in the silence. Orange wild flowers stretched into the distance as far as they could see on either side of the highway. She bent to retrieve her barrette from the floor and pulled her hair back into the bun atop her head. The bobby pin back in place, she sighed contentedly.
“That, was incredible.”
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