The smell of rubber lay heavily in the evening air. The sounds of screeching; tires against pavement, stretched as far as the path of ebony marks- twisting and winding, ending at the old crooked oak tree, initials carved and all.
The man laughed, his breath coming out as thick puffs of white frozen air. He was frozen too; hands in pockets, Bomber jacket zipped up to his neck, toes clenched within his broad work boots. But somehow he didn't feel it, not yet anyways. Maybe that's why he laughed, or why he hasn't laughed since that day- just the feeling of warm air clinging to the hairs around his mouth.
An engine abruptly stopped; pistons slowing down- the mechanics he knew so well, and didn't care to ever again. Another engine started up in its place, this one he knew almost as well as the sound of the driver's voice; a vast difference compared to the song she was singing along to. Hysteria, he noticed, tinged her tone as he also noticed the sparkling stream of darkened tears that clung