Excerpt:
Victor clutched the steering wheel. He banged his head against the steering where. “What kind of mental break down I am now having? How did I go from the red light to this dirt road in some town called Whitehead and Bare Town?” Victor gritted his teeth as he hit the gas hard. Victor stared down at his own expensive brown shoe flooring the gas pedal. Then he looked up at the speeding dirt, rocky, road in front of him. As he started to lose control of the mustang, he let up on the gas some. He looked at the speedometer. He was going 100 mile per hour. He slowed down more. And more. And more.
Hearthville Serial: Book 7
Episode 4
Any Truth, Proper Grammar, or Correct Spelling is totally coincidental if not accidental.
All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.
By Charles Peters
Copyright 2021
All Rights Reserved
Chapters / Episodes
Victor pulled out of the parking lot. He smiled at the sight of a man and a woman who stood beneath a street light. The sexy couple were kissing. He pulled up to a red light that was red. He stopped. The light turned green. Then he started under the light and his car vanished.
HIS FUCKING CAR VANISHED!!!
I say vanished because the sexy couple saw Victor’s car vanish. The tired, overworked, lady puffing on a cigar who had just drove her SUV up behind Victor’s mustang, saw the mustang vanish. But Victor. There was no shock on his face from the magic act. He just kept driving for at first the road looked the same. Then Victor saw that the road had changed. It was suddenly a dirt road with empty fields on both sides of the narrow, rough, rocky road. I say empty because the fields had no buildings on them. But there was tall grass. There were flowers. There was a baby deer with his mom.
“Oh that baby deer is so cute.” Victor totally sounded like a girl talking to himself.
THEN SHOCK.
“What the fuck has happened?” Victor saw a sign and he slammed on brakes and skid to a stop. There was definitely rubber burnt. Victor stared at the sign. The white sign lettered in dripping red paint read, “Whitehead and Bare Town.”
Victor clutched the steering wheel. He banged his head against the steering where. “What kind of mental break down I am now having? How did I go from the red light to this dirt road in some town called Whitehead and Bare Town?” Victor gritted his teeth as he hit the gas hard. Victor stared down at his own expensive brown shoe flooring the gas pedal. Then he looked up at the speeding dirt, rocky, road in front of him. As he started to lose control of the mustang, he let up on the gas some. He looked at the speedometer. He was going 100 mile per hour. He slowed down more. And more. And more.
“My God, I’ve got a muscle car and I drive like a granny.”
Billy Bingo rose up in the back seat with a terrified look on his face. Victor saw Billy’s scared face in the rear view mirror.
“Billy? What are you doing back there?”
Billy said, “I don’t know. I was throwing up in the toilet when I passed out. When I woke up, here I am. Fucking weird.”
“You passed out? I don’t understand what is going on?”
Billy Bingo rolled the window down. He hung his head out the window. He started throwing up. Puke flew through the air. Billy wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and he fell back from the window, partially into the floorboard, and partially laying down on the backseat. “I feel so sick.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
Billy said, “Keep driving. This dream must have some destination.”
“Sometimes I think my entire life is just some weird dream. Destination unknown.”
The dirt road in the field ran out and Victor drove his orange mustang to a ticket booth. Billy Bingo rose up and folded his arms on the backseat as he looked at the elderly woman with a cane at the ticket booth. Victor looked at the sign that showed the ticket prices. He pulled out his wallet and gave the woman $10.00 for two tickets. The woman spun a roll of tickets and pulled off two. She handed them to Victor along with a pamphlet. He drove into the Otherworld Drive-In Movie Theater.
Victor Duddley drove into a parking space. He pulled the speaker off the pole and attached it to the window of his mustang. Billy Bingo scratched his head. He stared at the large, really large, huge white screen in front of where Victor had parked. Then Billy looked at the other cars coming into the drive-in.
Billy said, “I feel so uneasy. Scared. But I don’t know why. Still, I know I don’t like what I am feeling. I would say I will never drink again but I know that is a lie.”
Victor looked back at Billy. He understood Billy’s fear. “Get in the front seat.”
“I am not your honey. I will stay back here, thank you very much.”