Joyride

Randy adjusted his sunglasses and lowered the top on his red convertible. He pushed the Start button and the engine roared to life. It was a beautiful sunny day, and he headed out.

The winding mountain road bordered the beach, and he zigzagged around the slower motorists on the four-lane highway. He wasn’t going anywhere specific; he simply wanted to feel the wind in his hair and escape for a while.

The speedometer crept up, and Randy had to restrain himself. Then he parked, overlooking the water. Breathtaking.

Sometimes you just have to get away. Randy was in his paradise.


by Russell Conover

From: Friday Flash Fiction


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