OLWG# 361- Adrenaline Junkie

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. I had a lot of fun writing them, and you know what I always say, “Practice makes perfect.”

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

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It was dark, the overhead light was out, when Yelizaveta Belyayev, known to her few friends at Elizabeth, slid the thin piece of metal between the window and the weather stripping on the 1969 Dino 246GT. The car sat, parked in spot 12D of “THE 74,” an all-new luxury condo tower on Manhattan’s Upper East Side.

The lock popped, and she opened the door. There was a momentary bleating of the alarm as she reached beneath the dash to snip the wire, which silenced the noise before she slid into the driver’s seat. Less than 17 seconds passed as she coaxed the car’s engine to life. It started with a deep, throaty growl. The key card for the parking garage fell into her hand when she lowered the sun visor, like she knew it would. She pulled her tweed county cap down low to cover her distinctive white hair and conceal her eyes. Putting the car in gear and revving the powerful V6, she pulled to the gate. She waved the contactless card at the sensor and the gate rattled up. Yelizaveta drove out onto 3rd Ave accelerating towards FDR Drive. She caught the Midtown Tunnel to Hunters Point and followed the Long Island Expy. She was doing 135 when she reached Van Dam Street and didn’t slow down until she got to Old Country Rd. The engine screamed when she downshifted and turned into Tanger Mall. She left the car next to a dumpster at the edge of the car park. Getting out, she pumped her fist three or four times. What a rush. What a car. Tonight would be a tough night to beat.

It took Liz about three and a half hours to get home on the bus. The adrenaline was still pumping strong when she slid between the sheets next to Feliks. He must have felt her return, as he stirred and reached out to her. Liz lay on her stomach and put her arm across his chest. She snuggled in close, slid her hand down and pushed her tongue in his ear. He liked that.

They made love and fell asleep.

In the morning, he brought her a cup of tea. “What got into you last night, Liz?” He asked.

She smiled her crooked smile. “I was dreaming of you, and when I woke, there you were. I couldn’t resist.” She kissed him on the cheek.

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