April's September

This is the beginning of a new work, I would appreciate feedback on what it makes you feel - not worried about rules, merely what you think is happening and what it makes you think, if it makes you think at all.

September 10, 2001

Sargent was out.  She had escaped her dim life.  The midnight asphalt appeared in the headlights, then raced under the better part of three Cameros, as fast as her heart was beating.

She looked in the side mirror, then back over her shoulder into the black.  The two-lane road vanished in the amber glow of the taillights.  No one was behind them, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he was out there, running through the sagebrush like a ghost.

She looked at Tristan, the mechanic she'd met at the Busted Knuckle garage a month before, his slender calloused fingers gripped the wheel.  His skinny arms poked out of a sleeveless Metalica tee-shirt and the lights from the dash cast shadows across his face.  There was a cigarette pinched between his slight lips and smoke hung under the bill of his cap before being pulled out through a crack in the back window.  

The Camero was mostly blue, but one door was faded yellow, one was primer gray and the hood was black, he salvaged three Cameros and was proud to have turned them into one decent car.  She didn't know much about him, but she was eighteen and didn't have many options, Tristan was her best hope, tonight he was saving her.

Sargent guessed Tristan was twenty-two or twenty-three, he graduated from high school the year before she started and in their small Idaho town people were often identified by their graduating class.  She knew one of the waitress at Lilly's Diner was in Tristan's class and she was twenty-two.

Tristan had a reputation for doing crazy things, it was rumored that he once stole a pig and let it go in the new gymnasium.  He claimed he didn't know the janitor was on vacation, the pig died and ruined part of the gym floor.  He had been arrested for petty theft and had a laundry list of driving violations.  He knew all thirteen of the towns patrol officers by name and they knew him.