Corsica. It was a gift to myself when I got promoted to manager at the bank a year ago and I still get a giddy thrill every time that I open up the door and climb behind the wheel.
It was almost better than sex, as I felt the engine come to life underneath my feet. Sitting there, I watched as Mike turned the opposite direction and sped down the street towards the interstate. Once he was gone, I pulled out and turned right and instead of going towards the interstate, I went to the center of town. It might have been shorter to take the highway, but the side streets at this time of morning was a little less congested with traffic.
“We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for a live broadcast. A man with a gun has been seen in the area, wearing what appears to be a tattered army jacket. There’s not much more information to go on, but authorities request that you call in with any tips about his whereabouts. You’re not to approach him by any means and he is considered dangerous. When we have more information, we will break in and tell you immediately.” The news broadcast ended and my customary easy listening came back to life through my speakers.
My mother died when I was very young and my father disappeared shortly after, leaving me to fend for myself. Even though my aunt did her best, she was a little bit too strict for my liking and I rebelled the only way I knew how. I was a very good student, but underneath I smoked, drank heavily and hung out with a bad crowd. My hair was not the golden blonde that it is today, but instead a purple and red streaked, punkish look that made me feel unique and one of a kind.
The music that I was listening to back then was more heavy metal, like Judas Priest and Twisted Sister, not to mention some relatively unknown bands that had gotten a cult following. It was my way of standing outside of the crowd, although it didn’t make me a whole lot of friends and I kind of felt ostracized.
It didn’t matter, and before long I was going to college and cleaning up my act. Come to think of it, that was when I found Mike, but he was already in a relationship at the time. We stayed friends and somehow he had bumped into me at the market of all places a couple of years after getting out of college.
I was coming to the last intersection and then it was clear sailing the rest of the way to the bank. Stopping at the flashing red light, I was listening to a Britney Spears tune that really made no sense to me, when the light turned green and I started to pull away.
A figure jumped in front of my car and I slammed into it, thankful that I wasn’t going all that fast at the time. A man was now splayed out over my hood and he raised his head long enough to show me that he was desperate. There was a weapon in his right hand and he was waving it around without much conviction.
Stumbling to the side, he came over to my passenger door and before I had a chance to automatically lock it, he was pulling it open and climbing into the seat.
The first thing I noticed was that he was unshaven, unkempt and he didn’t appear to have washed in days. It was then that I saw the tattered green army jacket and remembered the news broadcast a few minutes ago.
“Trojan Horse… coming…Trojan Horse… coming.” He was holding his side and I could see that he was grimacing with some sort of pain. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he fell against the headrest, unconscious. The jacket splayed open a little bit more and that was when the sight of blood accosted my vision. The wound was pretty deep and I had my fair share of first aid training to know that he needed a doctor immediately.
“Hang in there… we are only a few blocks away from the hospital.” I don’t know why I cared, but there was something in his eyes that told me that he was trustworthy and not a threat. It might’ve been just my imagination and this overwhelming feeling of adrenaline that was shooting through my veins.
It was almost better than sex, as I felt the engine come to life underneath my feet. Sitting there, I watched as Mike turned the opposite direction and sped down the street towards the interstate. Once he was gone, I pulled out and turned right and instead of going towards the interstate, I went to the center of town. It might have been shorter to take the highway, but the side streets at this time of morning was a little less congested with traffic.
“We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for a live broadcast. A man with a gun has been seen in the area, wearing what appears to be a tattered army jacket. There’s not much more information to go on, but authorities request that you call in with any tips about his whereabouts. You’re not to approach him by any means and he is considered dangerous. When we have more information, we will break in and tell you immediately.” The news broadcast ended and my customary easy listening came back to life through my speakers.
My mother died when I was very young and my father disappeared shortly after, leaving me to fend for myself. Even though my aunt did her best, she was a little bit too strict for my liking and I rebelled the only way I knew how. I was a very good student, but underneath I smoked, drank heavily and hung out with a bad crowd. My hair was not the golden blonde that it is today, but instead a purple and red streaked, punkish look that made me feel unique and one of a kind.
The music that I was listening to back then was more heavy metal, like Judas Priest and Twisted Sister, not to mention some relatively unknown bands that had gotten a cult following. It was my way of standing outside of the crowd, although it didn’t make me a whole lot of friends and I kind of felt ostracized.
It didn’t matter, and before long I was going to college and cleaning up my act. Come to think of it, that was when I found Mike, but he was already in a relationship at the time. We stayed friends and somehow he had bumped into me at the market of all places a couple of years after getting out of college.
I was coming to the last intersection and then it was clear sailing the rest of the way to the bank. Stopping at the flashing red light, I was listening to a Britney Spears tune that really made no sense to me, when the light turned green and I started to pull away.
A figure jumped in front of my car and I slammed into it, thankful that I wasn’t going all that fast at the time. A man was now splayed out over my hood and he raised his head long enough to show me that he was desperate. There was a weapon in his right hand and he was waving it around without much conviction.
Stumbling to the side, he came over to my passenger door and before I had a chance to automatically lock it, he was pulling it open and climbing into the seat.
The first thing I noticed was that he was unshaven, unkempt and he didn’t appear to have washed in days. It was then that I saw the tattered green army jacket and remembered the news broadcast a few minutes ago.
“Trojan Horse… coming…Trojan Horse… coming.” He was holding his side and I could see that he was grimacing with some sort of pain. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he fell against the headrest, unconscious. The jacket splayed open a little bit more and that was when the sight of blood accosted my vision. The wound was pretty deep and I had my fair share of first aid training to know that he needed a doctor immediately.
“Hang in there… we are only a few blocks away from the hospital.” I don’t know why I cared, but there was something in his eyes that told me that he was trustworthy and not a threat. It might’ve been just my imagination and this overwhelming feeling of adrenaline that was shooting through my veins.
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