DRIVERS CLUB - JACKET - FOREST GREY
PART 3 - CHAPTER 6
The stars shine, the headlights of the car are reflected on the glazed tarmac that the rain has transformed into a huge mirror. I hang around, in the middle of the night, aimlessly. It reminds me of my first hours with a steering wheel in my hands, alone and free. Those moments of solitude with a radio and French rap compilations burned on a CR-R as my only companion. But this time, the V8’s sound has replaced the rhymes of Le Rat Luciano (editor’s note: French rapper). I can’t listen to music, my brain will explode, I need silence. Every kilometer I drive takes me further away from the crime scene. Every liter of gasoline I consume takes me further away from jail. I am an alien wandering among the stars, whose planet was destroyed, or rather who destroyed his planet while trying to get closer to the sun. A lost soul on the run, with no fear, no money, and full of remorse. I won’t sleep tonight, I have to keep on driving, to go far, far away. The traffic, rather fluid until now, is getting more intense, the cars are slowing down, on the horizon the moonlight is giving way to bluish reflections. The run will not have lasted long...
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