Thursday, April 11, 2013

The Mechanic

Slipping inside her, I knew I’d never feel anything finer. She was almost too old for intrusion, but someone had found the charity to make her relevant, even appealing.

A quick jack, and I knew all her secrets – plus those of the last guy. His imprint remained after he’d trampled her. She was torn up inside, just like his last ride.

Bodies would come next.

“I’ll make this right, Sugar.” Immersed, I tapped the ignition to get her pistons moving. Fossil fuel pumped in time with my blood: hot, eager, needy.

Sugar would be restored. Her previous passenger would not.

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