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Volume 6
(October 2018 - Current)
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Drifter
By J.J. Sinisi
Titan’s foot messaged the petal, hand fluid on the chrome shifter, cajoling his modified Maxima’s belching approval through the downtown loop.
Three weeks ago he thought he’d lost T-Ray. To another man, to the east coast, to time’s humorless tugging.
But life had accelerated since then. And now the force of attraction twisted around him so violently, he felt he could pull on the heavens themselves if he only exerted his will.
“Eight seconds,” T-Ray smiled and gripped the door strap. The car pitched, sport struts flexing in unison with the uneven highway.
“Shit’s hot!”
The bottom dropped out and they jumped up, somewhere behind them the undercarriage rained sparks.
Titan spared a glance at T-Ray. No moon tonight, only intermittent streetlamp flashes lighting the blue leather interior and permitting incognito glimpses of T-Ray’s smooth cheeks, his puffy lips, and the lovely way his brown skin disappeared into the LA shadows.
“There there!” T-Ray exclaimed.
Trailing red tail lights smeared in front of them.
The car’s rattle shook Titan’s insides, rummaging around his stomach. The excitement of the race, and of T-Ray’s proximity, settled behind his eyes, and, as though through a warped tunnel, he commanded the road, and the vehicle, and the power, and the world. He was an arrow. A straight line. He was one dimension of power and thrust.
He sliced the wheel; they careened around a tight turn.
Buildings exploded into view, urbanity’s illumination bursting with colors, and he drifted past their opponent heading towards the distant finish.
“Fuuuuuuuck!” T-Ray yelled but laughed as he slid into Titan’s lap.
“Not yet baby,” Titan smiled.
“But mother fuckn’ soon I hope.”
And that’s all he needed. That attraction. No more wandering, floating, unmoored and listless. It was now, in speed, linear movement, he realized his present life. And he floored the gas and pulled all of that angular momentum into one true point, heading towards home.
END. (319 Words)
Three weeks ago he thought he’d lost T-Ray. To another man, to the east coast, to time’s humorless tugging.
But life had accelerated since then. And now the force of attraction twisted around him so violently, he felt he could pull on the heavens themselves if he only exerted his will.
“Eight seconds,” T-Ray smiled and gripped the door strap. The car pitched, sport struts flexing in unison with the uneven highway.
“Shit’s hot!”
The bottom dropped out and they jumped up, somewhere behind them the undercarriage rained sparks.
Titan spared a glance at T-Ray. No moon tonight, only intermittent streetlamp flashes lighting the blue leather interior and permitting incognito glimpses of T-Ray’s smooth cheeks, his puffy lips, and the lovely way his brown skin disappeared into the LA shadows.
“There there!” T-Ray exclaimed.
Trailing red tail lights smeared in front of them.
The car’s rattle shook Titan’s insides, rummaging around his stomach. The excitement of the race, and of T-Ray’s proximity, settled behind his eyes, and, as though through a warped tunnel, he commanded the road, and the vehicle, and the power, and the world. He was an arrow. A straight line. He was one dimension of power and thrust.
He sliced the wheel; they careened around a tight turn.
Buildings exploded into view, urbanity’s illumination bursting with colors, and he drifted past their opponent heading towards the distant finish.
“Fuuuuuuuck!” T-Ray yelled but laughed as he slid into Titan’s lap.
“Not yet baby,” Titan smiled.
“But mother fuckn’ soon I hope.”
And that’s all he needed. That attraction. No more wandering, floating, unmoored and listless. It was now, in speed, linear movement, he realized his present life. And he floored the gas and pulled all of that angular momentum into one true point, heading towards home.
END. (319 Words)