The Highway

by Augusto Corvalan

The road is long when you're looking back. The blood of wounded dreams seeps into the dark asphalt. You scream, but no one can hear you inside your gray Mercedes. You want to jump out, but you're going too fast, everything is a blur. The lights from the cars in the opposite lane beam right into your eyes. No matter how fast you drive, you never reach the horizon.


Augusto Corvalan has been writing for many years now. You can see more of his work at Potluck Literary Magazine and Journal & Courier, and upcoming pieces at Flashshot, Andromeda Spaceways, AlienSkin Magazine, and AntipodeanSF.


Bob Jacobs said...

I like the idea here, Augusto, and love the second sentence.

austere said...

Ahyes, the price one pays for the gray mercedes- life.

Anonymous said...

Heavy, makes you think.

Jeanette Cheezum