It was a rainy night in Dusseldorf….
Sarah drove with abandon down the slippery streets.
Abandon? Do people really drive with abandon?
Sarah drove rapidly - - drove with emotion - - Sarah was pissed!
Ridiculous. Did Sarah even have to drive? Where was she going?
Sarah walked out of her apartment - -
Were they called apartments? Flats? Did that matter?
- - heels clicking on the slippery sidewalk.
She could fall, but I don't think I want her to...
Something was wrong. She felt it in her gut.
She heard his name whispered in the wind. She had to get to him.
Great. How is she going to get to him? Drive? Again? A taxi?
Where was their car? Had she parked it last or had he?
She made her way to their car, the rain beating down ... no not down ... the rain beating against her face.
Was she crying? I've done that whole tears intermingled with rain before. Sarah wasn't - isn't - that kind of a girl. Woman. She's a woman. Stronger. Intent. Something more. But what?
She made her way to their car, the rain beating - - the rain
- - rain pelting her busted umbrella. She tossed the umbrella into the backseat - she'd rid herself of it later. It was cold. She needed her gloves. Where were her gloves? The car was a mess. Damnit, Adam.
Adam. Right. Where was he?
I tilted my head to the side until my neck popped. Redid my ponytail. Wiped off my glasses. Closed my eyes. My coffee was cold. Swirls of old milk curdling at the top of the cup. I'd been here for hours. And had so little progress. Loads of ideas, but none of them flowed. My hands itched til I rubbed them raw.
Looking at the keyboard I longed for the days of the typewriter. When I could just pull out the paper and start anew. It was almost less easy to do that on a computer screen. As if the words from before were etched there somehow.
I couldn't be the only one to see them.
I just had to write over them. Right. Just write. Ha. As if it were to be that simple.
Where the hell was Dusseldorf, anyway? Did anyone even care?
I sighed, closed my laptop. I decided that no. Nobody cared.
Adam would have to wait.
Write On Edge: Red Writing Hood