Saturday, September 19, 2009


(Inside an automobile. Night. A steady rain. The windshield wipers squeak faintly, back and forth, back and forth. The dashboard lights glow a dim green. The driver's face, damp from the rain, is illuminated by them. It is warm and cozy inside, in contrast to the cold, wet conditions outside. The bucket seats are soft. You are in the front seat, next to the driver. Outside, through heavy sheets of rain, you can observe the countryside passing by in the dark--rural farmland. On the radio, a station is playing a country song that keeps fading in and out, with an increasing amount of static and dead air. The driver turns to you as if to say something, but then looks back to the road, and remains silent. What do you say?)

Kathy: Where are we going?
Brent: I don’t know after we left the restaurant I must have make a wrong turn.
Kathy: I have never seen this area before.
Brent: I know. I think there are lights up ahead.
Kathy: I can’t see anything. I think you are imaging things.
Brent: They are very faint but they are defiantly there.
Kathy: How long do you think we have been driving?
Brent: a couple of hours
Kathy: When do you suppose we will get home?
Brent: Not for a while.
Kathy: How many hours do we have left?
Brent: I don’t know. I’ve never measured.
Kathy: I though you had never seen this road before.
Brent: The road changes every time you drive on it. It is never the same view.
Kathy: I want to know where you are taking me
Brent: Can’t. That’s classified information.
Kathy: Why Does it mean you don’t trust me enough to tell me where I am goin?
Brent: No
Kathy: I am going to get out and walk back the way I came.
Brent: I wouldn’t do that.
Kathy: Why?
Brent: Dangerous things afoot
Kathy: I don’t trust some one who will go driving off into nowhere with me and not tell me where we are going.
Brent: I think you should for your own safety.
Kathy: I can’t trust someone who lies. I think I’ll leave.
Brent: I’ve never lied to you.You’ll walk for hours and never get away. We also passed through a gate that you couldn’t see in the down pour of the moment you would also get lost in the massive area that we have covered tonight.
Kathy: Why do I feel that this car ride talk is a threat?
Brent: Because you are refusing to trust me.
Kathy: Why should I trust some who plays with my affections then is driving to some unknown place that is taking hours to get to and won’t tell me what or where it is?
Brent: Because of this.


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  2. nice. I remember reading this one in class. I like the cliffhanger at the end and you made it very clear what Kathy wanted.