It’s the 40th night, nothing stood between my conscious & reality. I saw an old dame I once knew, her hair was cut, nails designed the Korean style that she once mastered. She was sitting in the 944, she seemed uncomfortable, as if she knew she didn’t belong in that seat. She looked at me in disbelief, similar to the way she looked at me the first time I ever betrayed her trust. She vanished suddenly, along with the rosary on the rear view mirror. I slowly felt myself losing my religion. “Hotel California” began to play. I wore my suit, lit a cigarette, knowing my time ends once I exhale the final smoke. Death appeared to my left and the woman from a few nights prior appeared to my right. Death was old & wrinkly. The woman, appearing for the 3rd time, shouted sarcastically, “where is God?” My knees began to shake. The legs that once sped past finish lines can no longer hold their own weight. I didn’t have an answer. There was a crack in her smile, death, however, showed no emotion. The suit had been ripped to shreds. It was tailored by a man in a parking garage for 45sar.
I lost my vision. I was now blindly navigating in unknown territory. I, however, could still feel death walking towards me. My time had come. The dead silence was interrupted by the creaking sound of the hidden headlights of the 944.
Though blind, the bright light caused me to cover my eyes. I heard screams from both sides. Seconds later I see red sand. I look around me only to see burn marks where death and the woman once stood. In front of me the headlights closed shut. The rosary reappears on the rear view mirror, & I along with the 944 stood alone.