THE DRIVER

 

 

3

THE DRIVER

Speeding back alleys,

Narrow roads,

Late night,

Loud laughs

Heading back to base,

Bottle passed around,

 

Sudden shadow,

Shit! Hit.

Shouts inside,

Screaming brakes,

Met by the nights’ silence.

 

Stop.

Driver frozen behind the wheel,

Aware but unable to act.

No more words,

You know where we are. Said.

Doors opened,

Inspection.

Drive still frozen behind wheel,

Head shake,

Shit, dead.

Complete quiet.

No movement anywhere,

Night not acknowledging anything.

 

Eye contact,

Unsaid agreement,

Everybody back in,

Doors closed,

Driver told to drive.

 

Downtime Warfare2: BAD MEN coming soon

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