Night. He pushed the old car hard for the shipyards. Missed an onramp out of San Fernando, dropped onto the streets of Van Nuys. Rushed when he could down the carchoked boulevard. At stops his redlight brakefoot edgy, eager to free the engine from its idle.
Jim Morrison and Jack Kerouac would recognize the Los Angeles you have conjured. “We choose our beliefs in shadows where the streetlights die”. That resonates. I feel more comfortable in LA at night; LA, absent the glare of sunlight, becomes more accessible, easier to digest. “Just another lost angel”, etc. Thank you for this wonderful new story of LA and the shadows that define it.
Well those two have contributed to my thinking for sure. And it's hard for me to think of L.A. without also thinking of Jim Morrison. I grew up there way back when and their songs still bong in my head. Thanks much for reading Mike!
Thank you, Victor I enjoyed your story as much as the story I made up about you in the spaces between your words. In particular, the (grammatically) incomplete sentences offered larger crevices for my imagination to seep in. I have driven through LA at midnight. But even if I hadn't, your words painted a vivid picture. of the darkness within and without. "... pushed the old car hard for the shipyards" feels to me like my brand of cramming for the finals.
Thanks Elva. Yes, there's a lot in the spaces for filling in. And love your darkness within and without. I borrowed that phrase when I posted the link on Discord. All the best!
Thank you Mitchell. In that car. I've never attempted a novel, though. I have some much longer stories in the book I'm prepping but a novel seems daunting. I sure admire those who do it though.
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A story built on the foundation of a long haunting poem, and loved how the rhythm and pace felt like a train. . . just perfect.
I'm glad you enjoyed it. And the rhythm. Many thanks for reading Trilety.
Jim Morrison and Jack Kerouac would recognize the Los Angeles you have conjured. “We choose our beliefs in shadows where the streetlights die”. That resonates. I feel more comfortable in LA at night; LA, absent the glare of sunlight, becomes more accessible, easier to digest. “Just another lost angel”, etc. Thank you for this wonderful new story of LA and the shadows that define it.
Well those two have contributed to my thinking for sure. And it's hard for me to think of L.A. without also thinking of Jim Morrison. I grew up there way back when and their songs still bong in my head. Thanks much for reading Mike!
As always, keeps me reading on. Along the way I like brief details like "short sparked and quick drafted onto the shoulder . . ."
Thank you Andrew. Those kind of details just sort of jump in there as part of the rhythm I hear. Glad you liked it and appreciate your thoughts.
Thank you, Victor I enjoyed your story as much as the story I made up about you in the spaces between your words. In particular, the (grammatically) incomplete sentences offered larger crevices for my imagination to seep in. I have driven through LA at midnight. But even if I hadn't, your words painted a vivid picture. of the darkness within and without. "... pushed the old car hard for the shipyards" feels to me like my brand of cramming for the finals.
Thanks Elva. Yes, there's a lot in the spaces for filling in. And love your darkness within and without. I borrowed that phrase when I posted the link on Discord. All the best!
When I comment on "incomplete sentences", I am smiling at MS. Grammarley's chagrin.
Oh yes. Grammarley and I don't get along I'm afraid....
Thank you Mitchell. In that car. I've never attempted a novel, though. I have some much longer stories in the book I'm prepping but a novel seems daunting. I sure admire those who do it though.