Ticked

A night time drive gone wrong

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, Tick

I never liked the metronome’s tick.
The single note, the innocent tick.
The beating, little, horrid stick.
Back and forth, twice as quick.
Enumerating life just as quick.
A moment, now wait… a tick.
A moment there, just as quick.
Fleeting, ending, at the pace of that stick.

Gone in a second, faster if possible.
But moments don’t pass just so.
No, a moment happens and sticks and won’t go away.



I remember the glowing eyes.
Beaming at me as my car’s headlights beamed back.
The windshield wiper made one smooth motion,
Back and forth,
And then the bump as it finished its cycle.

Bump bump.

I stopped.
The rain continued to fall on the roof of the car as if the moment didn’t matter.
There was no one behind me on this back road.
Only the poor soul that lay in front of me.

Drip.

I got out of the car slowly.
I could see the town in the distance.
The light pollution bled a yellow hue onto the night sky.
And the boy bled too.

Drip.

I panicked.

Drip.



Here I am, confined to myself.
What’s done is done, what passed has passed.
My sentence will hardly last.
I could sit like the others and complain about lost lives.
But no,
Instead, I will complain about lost freedom.

Tick.

Who lost more: him or me?
Choices to choices and I’m driving down that road.
Choices to choices and he’s lying on that road.
A somber moment for the sober me.
And what of he?

Tick.

I am here now because of his choices.



The rain was falling harder on my head.
The windshield wiper kept wiping and the rain kept raining.
The dirt became mud.
The eyes were closed now.
His windows into the world barricaded from the storm.
I groveled on the side of the road,
Digging.

Bump bump.

Headlights down the road.
I wasn’t alone after all.
I jumped out and waved down the traveler.

Bump bump.

Can I borrow a shovel?

Bump bump.

What for?

Bump bump.
Bump bump.
Bump Bump.

The light pollution bled a yellow hue.
And so the traveler made two.

Drip.

I panicked.

Tick.

Reviews

[Playing with Demons]

eerie but very captivating! I love the repetition of the word tick it adds to the creepiness and the kind of hollow thoughts!

[Im His Daughter]

Wow creepy but definitely kept me reading... awesome job

[Split Voices]

Thanks! Glad you found it creepy and yet captivating!

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I stopped.
The rain continued to fall on the roof of the car as if the moment didn’t matter.
There was no one behind be on this back road.
Only the poor soul that lay in front of me.
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I stopped.
The rain continued to fall on the roof of the car as if the moment didn’t matter.
There was no one behind me on this back road.
Only the poor soul that lay in front of me.


Get the errors out of the way...Interesting read... I got the "tick" part...I believe a bit overkill in the lines...but see how it serves its purpose...what to do and how to do it...like you mention:

A night time drive gone wrong

but the piece gives an anticipation throughout the read...