Projectile's Journal: 1: Prelude

THE WOMAN IN THE RED CONVERTIBLE drove on an abandoned highway, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a lit cigarette. Orange and red clouds of morning littered the otherwise barren horizon. Her weary eyes focused on the infinite fields of grass and wheat waving restlessly in the morning breeze.

She reached hastily for the button to retract the top, the aforementioned breeze caressing her coarse brown hair. The radio played softly.

"Let's go down the waterfall," it sang tirelessly. "Have ourselves a good time." She flicked ashes from the cigarette.

"It's nothing at all; nothing at all, nothing at all."

She threw her burning cigarette onto the road, hoping secretly that the pavement would catch fire, and then once again reached for the button. The top shut with a satisfying click. Oblivious of her destination, she depressed the accelerator to the floor, her automatic revving in response. Faster and faster she carelessly drove until the car could accelerate no further.

A small bridge loomed ahead. Much like her life, the river beneath it was perpetually stagnant. As she neared it, epiphanies inundated her mind. Everything -- what she must do -- became clear. Without hesitation, she jerked the wheel to the right, smiling in her ignorance. To this woman, the future was of no relevance. For those seconds, ignorant or not, she was alive. Then, after her brief moment of solace had passed, all was eternally still.

What is this?

[NaveWeiss]

Is this going to be a continuing story, just like the ATM [slashdot.org] or Wallmart Security [slashdot.org] do?

errr

[NaveWeiss]

Wrong link. Here is the correct one [slashdot.org]

Re:errr

[Projectile]

Yes.

I'm pleasantly that you discovered the story before I posted it to a Slashdot thread. What are your initial impressions? :)

Re:Oops.

[NaveWeiss]

It's written nicely, but it's too short for me to have an opinion. Did the woman drive off the bridge? It reminds me the begining of Lain..