Journal 1b

Jacob cursed after as the hot steam from the engine erased him from view. The thick tunic of fog smelling of hot grease and mechanical fluids. Coughing heavily he hurtled himself away and kicked the car in anger. He screamed as raw hot pain shot up his leg. He fell backward and let out a sigh. Looking up to the canvas of the sky, a feeling of nostalgia filled his mind. God, this was exactly like that one day in high school.


On a warm summer night of 1977, Jacob’s dusty old truck chugged along down the bumpy rock road. A bolero of crickets sang through the dark of the night. Their melancholic chittering was better than any Bee Gees song. I felt a warmth on my shoulder as Rebecca leaned her head on my shoulder. Her frizzy red hair blending in naturally with the red of our school uniforms.


The road continued ahead through the tightly packed legions of trees. As we turned the bend I heard a sound like a sick cat attempting a heavy metal career. The car coming to a sudden stop causing us to fly and bang our head on the ceiling. We groaned, then looked at each other and laughed.