The Touch
 

They roll up behind me at the light. Really close. I can feel the heat from their engine.
The instant the green comes they start forward, getting even closer as I accelerate through the crosswalk. I can feel impatience radiating through their glass and steel box. I can hear frustration in the rev of their engine.
A honk. And another.
I can hear them yelling now. Window down, bird flying.
Traffic clears and they fly around, dropping obscenities in their wake, barely bothering to clear my front tire as they swerve in front...
The traffic comes again. Tail lights flair red.
I roll slowly past them and on though the sea of cars.
My fingers brush lightly down the hood of their car.
A simple, harmless touch.
The meaning whispered yet clear.
I own you.

i cried

this thread FTW

touching.

i can picture it with the downtown
backdrop at night.

You touched me softly with your words.
They are definitely in.
You, however, are absolutely ON.
Ride on, Timarchy

Cyclists touch me if get too close to them.

He's got the Midas touch but he touched it too much
Hey goldmember! Hey goldmember!

edit: and i just peed and pood a little

nice +++

Beautiful.

wow i'm so hard now

chic

a single tear ran down my face.

that made me go #3...in my pants.

**********

yeaaaaaa...booiiiieeeeeeeeeee

the touch...nice

I am too. Fancy a ****?

1+2=3...diarrhea

get outta the damn road! http://mk1love.com/forums/images/smilies/bump.gif

Beautiful.

wouldnt have happened if you had a brake.

or if he was in a car.
anyways...


nicely written, TimArchy.

or a break. KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

I can actually picture the scene. Good use of imagery.

it's pretty but i have to say the first thing i thought when you wrote about all the honking is that you don't know how to ride in traffic, remember sharing the road is a two way street(pun intended). that being said i know exactly what you're talking about and think you wrote beautifully about it