he gave a light pump of the gass, the tick of the fuel regulator and the subtle squeal of the clutch being pulled were music to his ears. popping into neutral before turning the key to his 74 mgb saul pulled from the lot and drove away. saul found solace in long drives, he would often explore new roads but tonight he knew exactly where he wanted to be. roughly a 25 minute drive before he found himself parked on Roland hill a place with a marvelous view of the city but far enough away from it all to enjoy his solitude.
15 days before my lips meet yours
I had a dream like this last night.