Dystopia Chapter 6: Tumble
('Tumble' was originally crafted in August of 2013, now retold within the Dystopia setting) Jack raced through the hollowed streets of Cape Town as if the devil himself had spotted him on the grid. His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles bone-white against the cold metal. Hospital Bend twisted him into its curves, the road holding him in a raw, unfeeling grip. He refused to gear down, feeding off the dangerous illusion of control behind the wheel of her Audi A5, a relic from before efficiency reigned supreme. It was nearly midnight. Heat pressed against him like a fever, clinging to his skin, plastering his white T-shirt to his sunburnt back. He cursed under his breath, flicked the aircon high, aiming it squarely at his face. His thick black hair danced in the rearview mirror. He gave a throaty, humorless laugh. She had loved running her fingers through it once, slow and tender, until the pulling began... until her grip turned vice-like, until her eyes smoldered and ...