This week's Tuesday's Tales promt is CHASE
He’d imagined it. He was living a dream, no a nightmare. He hadn’t come home to find the place locked down against him. He hadn’t gone to his sister’s flat for a so-called holiday, and hadn’t found his life under threat. There was no car following him, no car chasing him, no car… Shit!
Shoving the accelerator flat to the floor, Jeff gunned the engine and swerved round the bend that appeared in front of him almost before he’d had time to recognise it.
Forget the car behind him, the lights that seemed to grow bigger and brighter with each second, just focus on the road ahead, and look for a turn-off somewhere, somehow.
Less than twenty-four hours ago, his life seems dull, if not completely flat until some idiot stranger burst into his flat, brandished a gun in his direction and told him to move his arse if he wanted to live beyond the end of the day.
He’d wanted to challenge the man, to protest about his intrusion; instead he found himself caught by the wrist and hauled out onto the escape ladder and down to the ground before he got his brain into gear.
“What the hell’s going on?” he’d gasped, while trying to free his arm from the stranger’s lethal grip.
The next time his sister offered to let him spend his holiday with her, he’d remember to refuse. And where was she anyway? He’d been at the flat for two days and she’d never turned up. Then less than an hour after he’d made what seemed like a billion calls to family and friends turned up nothing, he’d reported her missing a stranger burst into the place and hauled him out, bundled him into his car and told him to move his arse and go home.
Home! That was a good one! He no longer had a home, Jillian had seen to that. While he’d been away at the latest exhibition she’d installed her latest lover in their home and thrown all his belongings into the garage and locked the connecting door from there to the house.
And to cap it all, she’d taped the divorce papers to the door!
Now, a car-full of gun-slinging idiots were chasing him from one side of the State to the other.
Only his primal instinct for survival was keeping him alive so far.