By S.L. Kerns
Dylan traveled the curvy backroads to school and work. With a CD playing, and his hands slack on the wheel of his Silverado, he watched the hills and trees roll by. The long trips left him daydreaming. The yellow road lines blurred, and Dylan discovered the truth in knowing something like the back of your hand. Once home, he’d have no recollection of the journey or any memory of which thoughts had distracted him. He wondered if that experience was some form of deep meditation leading him towards enlightenment, or just wasted thoughts leading him to a death by car crash.
Wonderfully told. I am personally guilty of being transported to another place and time while driving. Music is without question, a powerful entity. Tragedy can quickly rise from influential sounds of beauty, indeed. Cheers to you, fellow 101’er!
Thanks for the kind feedback. I think it happens to the best of us. Luckily, we are still hear to read all of these great stories. Cheers back at you!
Those kind of thoughts, when I have “discovered the truth in knowing something like the back of your hand” seem to hit me at the wrong time and place. Whether an idea for an invention or somehow working out the concept of time-travel, and even something as simple as the beginning of a novel, will last only moments till it fades in the background….never to be resurrected. Great flash fiction, Lloyd! Keep going.
Thanks, Jeremy. Good luck with the time-traveling.
Most of us spend almost half our day on “auto pilot” – our oxygen hog brains’ strategy for conserving energy. Your story is a delightfully artistic reflection on this scientific oddity. I enjoyed the ride!
And some of us more than others. Come ride along with me in future rides here and other places. I advise wearing a seatbelt.
I really appreciate you taking the time to drop me the nice comment.
You the man, Lloyd.
No. No. You da man!
Beautifully written mate! I feel like daydreaming is a form of meditation. At least, that’s my excuse for staring into space and not listening to people at times.
Great story that’s really relatable. Everyone has “arrived” and not known how.
Thanks, man. I’m awaiting your arrival in the form of written stories. I know you’ll be great at it.