ÆQUINOCTIUM
CHAPTER FOUR
Big Rig
(Part 3)
Denise looked along the semi, heartbeat tattooing on her eardrums. A pair of light cones loomed into view and headed up in her direction. As they closed in, the machinery behind them solidified into the shape of a car. With a minute to spare it rolled to a stop a couple of metres in front and to the side of the tractor unit. Even if completely dislocated from this situation, Denise would have had no trouble matching vehicle with driver: a plain mid-size saloon, in its inconspicuousness on a par with the man behind the wheel. Neither big nor small, neither old nor new, it would merge into the background noise of any given street scenery. Even whilst directly looking at it right now, Denise couldn’t tell its colour. Only the souped-up engine rumble was giving away its true abilities. Continue reading
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