Sunday, April 25, 2010

115. With many a winding turn


Glen dipped his shoulder slightly, glancing at the way ahead, musing unflatteringly on goat tracks and country drivers. He tapped out a rhythm on the steering wheel with the index and middle finger of his right hand. He huffed to himself. Driving like this was pedestrian.

Earlier in the year, he had revelled in the ‘Top Gear - Live’ spectacular, where Clarkson and Hammond had enthralled the capacity crowd with their usual outrageous antics. Yet, here he was, not exactly bored rigid, but with little to engage the imagination or get the pulse rate up - probably just as well with the kids asleep on the back seat.

Only 250 kilometres left to cover. Traffic was medium. The weather was fine and calm. Although the sun was low in the western sky, visibility was acceptable. The way ahead was clear. He hesitated imperceptibly, depressed the indicator, and veered slightly right.

5 comments:

diane said...

Then what? I always want you to tell me more. Good writing.


Does it matter which hand he was drumming the wheel with? Don't take any notice of my stupid comments.

Joan Elizabeth said...

I don't know where this piece is going ... but I am waiting for you to respond and tell me that's what you wanted to convey :-)

Julie said...

Diane & Joan: Yep, I did not want a direction, and there is not a follow-up. And yes, the right hand is important ... to get you to focus on him. On his thought patterns and on his behaviours. Even with all that information that he is assessing, he has not taken into account the other bloke, any other driver. So I put in the 'hesitation'. What if someone behind had already pulled out ...

Our destiny is not NOT of our own making necessarily.

Julie said...

Diane, your comments are never stupid. Not to me they aren't. I learn so much from readers' points-ov-view. Really, I do.

When exactly is your grandson due?

Clytie said...

Another pull-me-into-the-story and leaves-me-wanting-to-know-more!!!

I can see why you put in the wheel tapping ... I actually found myself putting my hand into that position, tapping, imagining myself behind the wheel ...