Success is always close to failure — Michael locks the doors carefully. His gleaming dream is waiting for tomorrow; well prepared.
Would hours training, tuning engines pay? Would he stand there tomorrow, race-queen by his side, sprinkled with champagne? Or would he yet again have to return to trim his engine for another effort? Or ..? he shrugs and leaves.
Anticipation — then floor it to the hairpin bend; screaming fireball; burning rubber.
Even later – white and silent lights; charred flesh; searing pain; mother is sobbing..
As he fades he realizes that real failure means losing more than champagne race-queens.
A picture that took me some problem to make into a story. I experimented here with fractured sentences and a time-jumps. Not really my style, but I needed to stretch myself a little. Please be honest and say if it works.. this is a little out of my comfort zone.
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November, 19 2014