08-28-2018, 07:40 PM
I still have dreams of the redhead in the red XKE-V12.
I was 18. Riding my bike shirtless in the Missouri August summer heat like a madman in a hurry, and the chain broke. I went over the handlebars into the road, shredding my hands and side and knees. Bashed my head on the road, lost consciousness.
Woke to see an angel standing over me, red hair like heaven's cloud, her blue eyes looking into my eyes.
"Are you okay ?"
Yes. I said it. "Are you an angel ? Am I dead ?"
She laughed. Helped me up. Gave me a handy towel to slow the bleeding. Tossed the wreckage of my bike into the back seat of her long, sleek, red Jaguar. Leaned over me to help strap the seatbelt around my bleeding chest, while I tried really hard to not gawk at her impressive bodily features.
And she drove me home. Yes, she knew my name. She was a friend of my mother's. Went to our church. THAT fantasy died really really fast. Blood loss probably helped too.
She let me out, I thanked her. Went inside, showered off the blood and gore, bandaged myself the best I could, and went to bed.
I had actually dated her daughter once the year before.. we didn't really click.
Still, that was an amazing car. I hope she was able to get the blood out of the front seat.
I was 18. Riding my bike shirtless in the Missouri August summer heat like a madman in a hurry, and the chain broke. I went over the handlebars into the road, shredding my hands and side and knees. Bashed my head on the road, lost consciousness.
Woke to see an angel standing over me, red hair like heaven's cloud, her blue eyes looking into my eyes.
"Are you okay ?"
Yes. I said it. "Are you an angel ? Am I dead ?"
She laughed. Helped me up. Gave me a handy towel to slow the bleeding. Tossed the wreckage of my bike into the back seat of her long, sleek, red Jaguar. Leaned over me to help strap the seatbelt around my bleeding chest, while I tried really hard to not gawk at her impressive bodily features.
And she drove me home. Yes, she knew my name. She was a friend of my mother's. Went to our church. THAT fantasy died really really fast. Blood loss probably helped too.
She let me out, I thanked her. Went inside, showered off the blood and gore, bandaged myself the best I could, and went to bed.
I had actually dated her daughter once the year before.. we didn't really click.
Still, that was an amazing car. I hope she was able to get the blood out of the front seat.