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DRABBLE: 17. Safe
Aug. 10th, 2017 06:43 pm17. Safe
(Baby Driver)
His head pounding like the bassline in the rock song on his iPod, Baby spun the wheel. There was a combination of skill, concentration, familiarity, and ease in this. He blazed through three intersections, turned on a dime, and drove into a parking garage.
After the job, he realized his head still pounded. Joseph wouldn’t be able to hear the sirens but also wouldn’t be able to hear Baby sneezing. At home, Baby felt safe. But he also felt run down, miserable.
Crashing, coughing, snuffling, he fell into bed fully clothed, but not before turning his iPod to something soothing.
(Baby Driver)
His head pounding like the bassline in the rock song on his iPod, Baby spun the wheel. There was a combination of skill, concentration, familiarity, and ease in this. He blazed through three intersections, turned on a dime, and drove into a parking garage.
After the job, he realized his head still pounded. Joseph wouldn’t be able to hear the sirens but also wouldn’t be able to hear Baby sneezing. At home, Baby felt safe. But he also felt run down, miserable.
Crashing, coughing, snuffling, he fell into bed fully clothed, but not before turning his iPod to something soothing.
