She had a habit of biting her lip when she was scared about something. She was biting it it now. It made him want to speed the car just to startle her. He wanted to drive right up to the edge of the truck ahead and stop just short of collision. A screech of brakes, a scattering of the change in the cup holder and possibly blood jazzing up that pale pink lipstick.
He didn't like it that he wanted to scare her this much. As they pulled into the tunnel, she laughed a little.
"Oh," she said. "This isn't so bad."
He kept his eyes on the lane lines, his foot carefully adjusting to the proper speed limit. He didn't look to see if she was biting her lip. It was probably to dark to see, anyway.
We're almost home from Freeway Noir Week -- a series of shots taken from the passenger seat while stuck in traffic on the 110 Freeway.
5 comments:
This may be my favorite of the week.
Such a cool series. Now I want to read this crime novel you appear to be writing!
Damn Laurie. Saw your twitter. Please update soon do we know if you are ok.
I'll be on the lookout for that book too!!! Nice shot!!!
Green Guy, I don't know yet. I'll let everyone know when I find out more.
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