Just Another One

Just Another One                             

By John W. Vander Velden

On a bright summer late afternoon, Craig drove a bit too fast on the country road.  The slanting sun piercing the row of tall hardwoods with shafts of brightness across his route, the flash, flash, flash of brilliance came through the driver’s window annoyed the man determined.  He had miles to go.  Yet there was no real need for his haste.  No one in particular expected him.  None stood checking their watch waiting for the man that drove so feverishly.  But he drove on as if the world would end if he did not reach the place he chose at the time he had set.

A soft brown doe stood, not ten yards from the roadside with her two, yet spotted fawns, watching as the man in the BMW passed by obvious.  The great white clouds, sailing ships of the sky looked down as Craig roared onward.  The man drove past ancient barns, rolling fields dotted with great green bales of hay, a grand cock Ring Neck Pheasant peaking from the road’s edge, a child sitting on her front steps licking an ice cream cone as she raced its melting, and the old white pickup truck with a man stretched beneath the open hood along the very road he sped, and Craig did not notice.

At journey’s end, the man felt content that he had met his deadline.  Craig climbed out of the car parked along a street of a small town whose name escaped him.  He moved quickly among gawkers and shoppers annoyed that they slowed his pace.  Glancing at the shop fronts, catching but a glimpse of wares displayed, the man shook his head as he wondered what it was that brought the throngs to this “burg”.   Later in a small café, Craig frowned as he sat waiting for a common meal ordered in what he felt a common place as he was served by cheerful, courteous, common people.

When he entered his leather upholstered white automobile Craig frowned.  He must write his review…just another one… It was his job…but ….   (345 Words)