I look at the town I’ve called home for most of my as I drive down Main Street. As I approach the last intersection heading out of town I stop at the final stop sign. I look in the rear view mirror and ask myself if I’m ready to do this. To change things forever. To truly be on my own. I put on my turn signal and push the gas heading to my new future.
After driving for two hours, I have to stop and get gas. Before I left I emptied all the bank accounts. All I had to pay with was cash so I wouldn’t be tracked. I pull on my baseball cap and jacket and head inside.
At the counter, the cashier, a young female in her early twenties, smiled at me as I approached. “Good afternoon”, she said still smiling. “Hello”, I answered back hoping she wouldn’t ask too many questions because I didn’t have the right answer. “Fifty on pump five please”, I say to her handing over the cash. “Of course. Where are you headed”, she asked ringing up my gas. “Just following the roads. A spontaneous vacation”, I say quickly just wanting to get out of there before she got suspicious. “Have a good one”, she said as I left to pump my gas.
The pump was all set to go when I got back to my car and I prayed that it wouldn’t take too long to get back on the road. I only had five more hours to get as much distance between me and my hometown. I had to go as far as I could before I was found to be gone. I that I’m six hours it wouldn’t be safe for me. I finished pumping and jumped in my car.
I had no idea where to go but I knew I had to just keep going forward. The further I went the easier it would be to start over. At the next red light I decided to turn right and follow that as far as I could. Wherever I ended up by night fall is where I would start my life over.
I stopped every two hours to fuel up. I didn’t stop to eat because I didn’t want to be seen by too many people. I had to keep my exposure to a minimum. I couldn’t let anyone identify who I was.
By five o’clock I was starting to get nervous. I knew in the next hour it was going to be discovered that I was gone and I just couldn’t risk being found. I had to just keep going as fast and far as I possibly could.
Nightfall arrived as I entered Crestwood Kentucky. “Well”, I said as I looked in the rear view mirror, “this is it. This is where I start over new.” I set out looking for a place to rest up before I had to find somewhere to establish myself.
This is my start of a short story that I am hoping to submit to a writing contest. How does it sound so far? I have some research to do so I can continue writing. Any input is welcomed.