The Big Mistake
He slowly approached the car door. My mind was racing, my brain
pumping, my heart thumping. this could be the end. Maybe it had
already ended, and i was in the nuclear winter of my broken path of a
life. The sirens were blasting their monophonic, and the lights were
spinning their dichromatic colors. I dont know why I couldn't move. My
sweat had greased the upholstered seat cushion, and as the door
inevitably swung open, my legs were instantly frozen to the seat. A
single bead of cold sweat dropped from my brow to the floor, breaking
the silence. Officer O'Leary, with his bloodshot, blood thirsty gaze,
stared me up and down. I tried to shift nervously in my seat, but I
found the chilling breeze had prohibited that. I eased the emergency
break off. I greased the clutch with a sweaty palm. It was in drive.
And I touched, with the sweat content of my frayed and patched socks
ever increasing, the sole of my shoe to the pedal.