It was an odd sensation to be sure, knowing he would never stand here again. The suitcase lay open, and his life was packed so neatly inside it, yet it felt weightless. Maybe that’s what resignation felt like, or that the inevitable diagnosis the doctor had given made everything else seem so small and so far away. Either way, he sighed contently. There was a long road ahead.
Tossing the bag in the back of the Viper, Bryan had not felt so alive in a long while. Under the Bangor sky, fate be damned. It was a long drive to California and life’s last adventure.
And Entry #2 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge. This is also lifted from the beginning of what was supposed to be my entry for NaNo 2014, but sadly that was not to be. Maybe it will see life yet.
Also, I love this car.:D
I hope you all enjoy.