The roar of an engine capable of drowning out the thunder of a thousand hooves rumbled in the distance. At first, the convertible was only a black speck on the horizon, speeding along the winding, Irish road. The tires kicked up clouds of dust, spat loose stones into the air, as they ate up the substitute for asphalt. Racing the wind and winning, the driver’s midnight black hair rippled like a turbulent ocean of oil. If it wasn’t for the windshield and his dark shades, the wind, always such a sore loser, would have been whipping in his face until his slate-blue eyes teared up. The man loosed a laugh and pressed the pedal to the metal, which on the rough roads of rural Ireland was probably the worst thing he could do.
When his car skidded on the coarse stones and dirt, the man tightened his grip on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. Knuckles of already pale hands blanched until they were the color of bleached bone as he brought the convertible back under control. The engine gave a defeated whine as he lessened the weight of his foot on the accelerator. After his near spin-out, the man kept an almost reasonable speed as he raced towards Caislin Hallows.
The gleaming black convertible seemed out of place in the Irish landscape, among the forests of trees whose naked branches reached towards the heavens like gnarled, knobby fingers, and the vibrant green fields that stretched for miles, despite the chill of the air. With a grinding of gravel beneath the tires, the car slowed to puttering pace as it passed through the open gate into the courtyard. Revving the engine again, the driver took off as if he’d just pulled onto a speedway. His shocks creaked and groaned as the cobblestones jostled the car, forcing him to decelerate so that he couldn’t take the turn like a NASCAR driver as he rounded the drive towards the main entrance to the castle. Skidding to a halt, the car bumping across the stones that made up the pavement, the driver just barely kept from fishtailing and destroying either a fountain and the stone railing leading up the steps or possibly both.
With a twist of the key, a motion as quick as snapping a fairy’s neck, the driver shut off his car. “Finally, made it. Never thought I’d make it here—wonder where the bathroom is…” muttered the man to himself as he swung his door open and stepped out. He stretched, arms extending towards the sky like the branches of the naked trees he’d passed and his body bowing outward as he lifted up onto the balls of his feet. A trio of cracks from his back burst the silence and his hands snapped down to rub at his spine. “Such a long drive.”
When his car skidded on the coarse stones and dirt, the man tightened his grip on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. Knuckles of already pale hands blanched until they were the color of bleached bone as he brought the convertible back under control. The engine gave a defeated whine as he lessened the weight of his foot on the accelerator. After his near spin-out, the man kept an almost reasonable speed as he raced towards Caislin Hallows.
The gleaming black convertible seemed out of place in the Irish landscape, among the forests of trees whose naked branches reached towards the heavens like gnarled, knobby fingers, and the vibrant green fields that stretched for miles, despite the chill of the air. With a grinding of gravel beneath the tires, the car slowed to puttering pace as it passed through the open gate into the courtyard. Revving the engine again, the driver took off as if he’d just pulled onto a speedway. His shocks creaked and groaned as the cobblestones jostled the car, forcing him to decelerate so that he couldn’t take the turn like a NASCAR driver as he rounded the drive towards the main entrance to the castle. Skidding to a halt, the car bumping across the stones that made up the pavement, the driver just barely kept from fishtailing and destroying either a fountain and the stone railing leading up the steps or possibly both.
With a twist of the key, a motion as quick as snapping a fairy’s neck, the driver shut off his car. “Finally, made it. Never thought I’d make it here—wonder where the bathroom is…” muttered the man to himself as he swung his door open and stepped out. He stretched, arms extending towards the sky like the branches of the naked trees he’d passed and his body bowing outward as he lifted up onto the balls of his feet. A trio of cracks from his back burst the silence and his hands snapped down to rub at his spine. “Such a long drive.”
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