Road Trip

The sun streamed into the hot car, her legs getting sunburned. The seventy mile an hour wind wasn’t helping cool her off much in the humidity. The wind whipped her hair into her eyes and mouth. Clouds threatened rain off the horizon, but didn’t block the sun. The radio was turned all the way up so she could hear it over the roar of the wind. She sang along to every song.

The street signs flashed past. Her metallic aviators shielded her eyes from the glare of the sun as it beat mercilessly on her car. She took a swig of warm water, it had been cold when she grabbed it. Her shit was plastered to her back with sweat. There was no relief from the heat.

Her stomach growled and she pulled off the expressway. Without the wind the heat was stifling. She went inside to order, sighing sweet relief in the air conditioning.Her sweaty shirt was sticking to her. The back of her legs were slick from her sweating in the car, she nearly slid out of her chair as she sat down to eat. She went to the bathroom and wiped the sweat off of her neck with a paper towel. She looked into the mirror. Her makeup had run down her face. The bags under her eyes were more pronounced than they were yesterday. Two days on the road already were wearing on her. She splashed cold water on her face and cleaned up the makeup. She smirked when she realized that was why the cashier gave her a weird look when she had walked up. She used the mirror to pull her hair back off of her sweaty neck. When she went back outside the heat hit her like a hammer.

Her car felt like an oven while she drove in the stifling heat. The drink from the fast food joint was cool and refreshing before the ice melted. She could smell herself baking in the car. She would need a shower as soon as she got off the road. She brushed her hair back from her forehead. The radio station she was listening to turned into static. She flipped through the stations eyeing the horizon nervously.

There were at least another hundred exits until she would reach her destination. She was miserable as she saw the rain break from the clouds. She quickly rolled up her windows. The heat was killing her. It felt like she couldn’t breathe in the heat. Sweat dripped down her forehead and neck, as rain sluiced down the windows. There was still so far to go.



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Writing short stories and flash pieces.

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