1. Ignoring the Signs (Circa 1978)


    Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: marlowe, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    into rocks in a deafening explosion of broken glass, razor sharp fragments raining down and cutting into flesh, Heather’s painful screams smothered under the screeching sound of metal ripping apart just before the vehicle crashed onto the beach below. The welcoming sound of the ocean crashing on the shore broke the mantra, a wheezing sigh of unnerving optimism spilling from a grateful mouth, lifting his head from the steering wheel, brushing shards of glass and debris from his bruised and battered body, staring into the claustrophobic darkness, searching for Heather, looking for a way out of the devastation. The haunting smell of engine oil and petrol spilling from the car suddenly fed his panic, his efforts to escape severely compromised by the mangled wreck that no longer resembled a motor vehicle, peering over the front seats into the darkness catching sight of her naked body lying limp and motionless of the floor, her body bruised and bloody from the impact. A rush of adrenaline to his heart and lungs gave him a renewed surge of energy, banging his foot repeatedly against the rear door, eventually breaking it free from its hold. A deep intake of breath before sucking in air through his nose, puffing and panting, hissing and wheezing, grabbing her hands, ignoring the broken glass torturing his knees, pulling her carefully through a small gap in the door, mindful to grab his pants on the way before scrambling onto the wet sand to safety. It should have been a moment to ...
    rejoice if the fuel tank hadn’t exploded sending a mass of metal fragments flying into orbit in a halo of orange and yellow flames, the unexpected explosion awakening the sleeping world. Seagulls squawked in protest above their heads, sweeping and diving in the slipstream of thermal updrafts along the cliff face, before disappearing into the night sky. Above the embankment car headlights shone over the cliff top, casting shadowy silhouettes of disturbed lovers standing in a line along the top of the embankment trying to get a glimpse of the tragedy that had just occurred. It seemed like a lifetime waiting for the emergency services to arrive. Watching and waiting, shivering in the cold sea breeze, pacing nervously back and forth, staring up at the faceless shadows looking down from the top of the embankment, Heathers sobbing cries a painful reminder that her injuries needed urgent medical treatment, trying his best to comfort her, selfishly slipping into his pants and making a mental note never to ignore warning signs again, the welcoming noise of wailing sirens and a carnival of flashing lights above the cliff top breaking his thoughts and drowning out Heathers painful cries. It took less than ten minutes for the ambulance to reach Newcastle Royal Victoria Hospital. A doctor examined Heather’s injuries while a nurse attended to his minor cuts and bruises, the comfort of the waiting room giving him precious time to focus on the reality of the near death encounter, a voice inside ...
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