Doomed

doomed

SCENE 1:

Empty back road — winding around through countryside and developments — midnight stark blue full moon — dog howling in the distance — this is the night where teenagers fuck in the back seats of Volkswagens — stupid dumb fumbling can't quite get the panties off right she can't lift her leg all the way “Johnny, be careful you're gonna rip them they're my best pair I wore em just for you” — “Get your foot outta my face come on bend your leg back I almost got it” — pushing her leg up and back to her head pulling at the lace fumbling excited grabs her tit reckless like just to keep his hardon — “Johnny, you're hurting me stop it!” — Pulling at her panties one hand squeezing tit the other hand — “I gotta get em off baby soon baby I'm gonna come baby I'm gonna shoot off right now I can't take it anymore!” — spasm of crazy he tears off the panties in half jumps on top of her breaks one of her legs crushing it into the roof of the car doesn't even get in just leaps on grabs her tits shoves one then the other in his mouth Jennie screams for her leg Johnny shoots off between her thighs squeezing her tits moaning screaming hot come shoots all out gets all over her skirt in her face on his chin even in his own mouth — spits it out into her hair suckles her tit again collapses on top of her — “Was it good for you?”

Right fast red Ford squeals around a bend. Headlights bring into focus a cat crushed and split in two by a previous driver. Music loud pours out through the open driver's window with an elbow sticking out of it. The car screeches and squeals from side to side of the road leaving flames of cigarette cherry flicked out the window flitting through the air.

SCENE 2:

Interior of the car — black leather stinks of spilled whiskey the driver Jim Glass a handsome guy in maybe his late thirties cigarette in his mouth one hand on the wheel with his elbow sticking out the window the other holding a flask. Nick Cave blaring on the car radio death all of it death —

And I bellowed at the firmament looks like the rains are here to stay…

— flicks cigarette flares out the window takes a hit off the flask makes his mouth go all tight as he swallows it down he can feel the sting all the way down his throat into his feet — his foot heavy on the pedal weaving down the road —

And the rain pissed down upon me and washed me all away…

— left hand slipping around the leather of the steering wheel, has to scramble to grab it tight and keep the car on course —

Well, the road is long and the road is hard and many fall by the side…