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tamingthemuseTitle: Driving in the dark
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian legends)
Prompt: "Prompt 372 - Driving in the dark
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Maybe that evening he would find a place to rest at the end of his drive, a place to stop and let the memories of times gone by live freely in him, intermingle with the present and give him some sense of identity.
Kay stood learning against his car, gazing at the distant lights of the city he had exited an hour earlier. All he could see were spots of yellow and white lights, all so still and silent. He thought it looked like a condensed version of the night sky, as if someone had tried to compress all the stars in one single spot.
He had known electricity for long enough now, but it still amazed him how bright it made the world. It was almost impossible to be in complete darkness. You didn’t have to stop for the night anymore. You could ride on and still see, even in the spot he stood in. There was nothing but the desert around him and a straight line for the road. In past lives he would have had to make camp somewhere or he would have had to spot in a town or a village and ask for shelter. But here, on this day, his car lights were showing him the past.
It was almost dizzying the speed at which the world lived. He still hadn’t quite adjusted to it. People were always rushing by and all he could do was follow them. He liked cars. He liked the speed, but when he paused, when he stopped it always felt intimately wrong.
He took a cigarette out of his pocket and smoked it slowly, letting the gentle murmur of the wild night life embrace him. If he closed his eyes he could almost believe he was back in time – almost. There was still the hard, cold metal of the car against his back, the taste of the cigarette, and the feeling of his jeans against his legs.
When he finished his cigarette, he threw the butt away in the desert and got back in his car. He turned the ignition on and the lights suddenly blazed like fire in front of him, illuminating what had been hidden from him mere seconds away.
He smiled as he put the car into movement, the world disappearing in a blur of grey, yellow and black.
Hours later the sun was rising slowly in the sky, a star that didn’t like the dark of the night. It was Kay’s cue to stop. He didn’t want to keep on driving in the blazing lights of day. The world was too full of life then and impossible to escape. Noise would be blaring from every side and the quietness of the dark ocean of the night would disappear, forcing Kay to reintegrate this world he was trying to escape, but finding no end to his run.
A motel soon was in sight and he stopped. Maybe that evening he would find a place to rest at the end of his drive, a place to stop and let the memories of times gone by live freely in him, intermingle with the present and give him some sense of identity. Maybe next evening… but for now, it was time to sleep.
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian legends)
Prompt: "Prompt 372 - Driving in the dark
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Maybe that evening he would find a place to rest at the end of his drive, a place to stop and let the memories of times gone by live freely in him, intermingle with the present and give him some sense of identity.
Kay stood learning against his car, gazing at the distant lights of the city he had exited an hour earlier. All he could see were spots of yellow and white lights, all so still and silent. He thought it looked like a condensed version of the night sky, as if someone had tried to compress all the stars in one single spot.
He had known electricity for long enough now, but it still amazed him how bright it made the world. It was almost impossible to be in complete darkness. You didn’t have to stop for the night anymore. You could ride on and still see, even in the spot he stood in. There was nothing but the desert around him and a straight line for the road. In past lives he would have had to make camp somewhere or he would have had to spot in a town or a village and ask for shelter. But here, on this day, his car lights were showing him the past.
It was almost dizzying the speed at which the world lived. He still hadn’t quite adjusted to it. People were always rushing by and all he could do was follow them. He liked cars. He liked the speed, but when he paused, when he stopped it always felt intimately wrong.
He took a cigarette out of his pocket and smoked it slowly, letting the gentle murmur of the wild night life embrace him. If he closed his eyes he could almost believe he was back in time – almost. There was still the hard, cold metal of the car against his back, the taste of the cigarette, and the feeling of his jeans against his legs.
When he finished his cigarette, he threw the butt away in the desert and got back in his car. He turned the ignition on and the lights suddenly blazed like fire in front of him, illuminating what had been hidden from him mere seconds away.
He smiled as he put the car into movement, the world disappearing in a blur of grey, yellow and black.
Hours later the sun was rising slowly in the sky, a star that didn’t like the dark of the night. It was Kay’s cue to stop. He didn’t want to keep on driving in the blazing lights of day. The world was too full of life then and impossible to escape. Noise would be blaring from every side and the quietness of the dark ocean of the night would disappear, forcing Kay to reintegrate this world he was trying to escape, but finding no end to his run.
A motel soon was in sight and he stopped. Maybe that evening he would find a place to rest at the end of his drive, a place to stop and let the memories of times gone by live freely in him, intermingle with the present and give him some sense of identity. Maybe next evening… but for now, it was time to sleep.
