Short Story
The speedometer hit 160 miles. He applied more pressure on his accelerator to eak out more speed, but the motor had reached its maximum. The law enforcement officers were having none of it. Flashing lights and screaming sirens from four squad cars were on the tail of the getaway car.
The 60-mile highway in the suburbs evoked a dopamine rush from the reckless driver. His portly body covered the entire driver's seat of the opened back convertible. He bit a lighted cigar as he navigated his way through a few terrified drivers. The noon sunshine flamed and glowed. Beads of sweat formed and flowed from his face. Some even found a home on his balding head. Meanwhile, the patrol cars kept apace of the wannabe escapee.
A police helicopter joined the chase. Word from the flying smokey reported a passenger on board the fleeing car. It was a woman. She buried her face in her lap but her flowing hair revealed her presence.
The chase continued for over 40 miles. The helicopter flew dangerously low at times. This crew wanted to get a better view of all onboard the fleeing machine. The flashing red lights of a railroad crossing appeared a short distance away. The crossbuck moved into position. The hum of the engine could be heard. The clickety-clack of the carriages became louder. The deafening sound of its horn reverberated across the landscape. The frantic motorist ignored all and blasted his way through the guardrail and made his way to the other side, just a whisk from the flying freight carriages.
The maniac driver pushed on. His headlamps were knocked out. The cigar was yanked from his mouth. Parts of his bumper were displaced. Blood flowed from the forehead of his female companion. He managed to rip off a piece of his shirt and handed it to her to control the bleeding.
All of the squad cars parked as the sixteen carriages whisked on their way. Words from back-up in the sky revealed that the car had slowed down somewhat. And the chase continued. The car found a frontage road and continued racing. It suddenly swung into a parking lot of a small shopping mall and stopped. Two tyres were flat. Oil was leaking from the engine. Light smoke wafted from the overheated engine. The law enforcement team encircled the terrified driver and his companion. They both surrendered without much razzmatazz. © Wallace Paul . September, 2024.
The speedometer hit 160 miles. He applied more pressure on his accelerator to eak out more speed, but the motor had reached its maximum. The law enforcement officers were having none of it. Flashing lights and screaming sirens from four squad cars were on the tail of the getaway car.
The 60-mile highway in the suburbs evoked a dopamine rush from the reckless driver. His portly body covered the entire driver's seat of the opened back convertible. He bit a lighted cigar as he navigated his way through a few terrified drivers. The noon sunshine flamed and glowed. Beads of sweat formed and flowed from his face. Some even found a home on his balding head. Meanwhile, the patrol cars kept apace of the wannabe escapee.
A police helicopter joined the chase. Word from the flying smokey reported a passenger on board the fleeing car. It was a woman. She buried her face in her lap but her flowing hair revealed her presence.
The chase continued for over 40 miles. The helicopter flew dangerously low at times. This crew wanted to get a better view of all onboard the fleeing machine. The flashing red lights of a railroad crossing appeared a short distance away. The crossbuck moved into position. The hum of the engine could be heard. The clickety-clack of the carriages became louder. The deafening sound of its horn reverberated across the landscape. The frantic motorist ignored all and blasted his way through the guardrail and made his way to the other side, just a whisk from the flying freight carriages.
The maniac driver pushed on. His headlamps were knocked out. The cigar was yanked from his mouth. Parts of his bumper were displaced. Blood flowed from the forehead of his female companion. He managed to rip off a piece of his shirt and handed it to her to control the bleeding.
All of the squad cars parked as the sixteen carriages whisked on their way. Words from back-up in the sky revealed that the car had slowed down somewhat. And the chase continued. The car found a frontage road and continued racing. It suddenly swung into a parking lot of a small shopping mall and stopped. Two tyres were flat. Oil was leaking from the engine. Light smoke wafted from the overheated engine. The law enforcement team encircled the terrified driver and his companion. They both surrendered without much razzmatazz. © Wallace Paul . September, 2024.
