Flashback (standard:drama, 3050 words)
Author: Seth	Added: Feb 09 2009	Views/Reads: 3538/2112	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I had to write a story for English class using flashback and foreshadowing, and this was the result. I realize that it's short, and pretty dry, but there was a page limit. message me on improvements

~~FLASHBACK~~ 

How could she?  What on Earth even gives her the right to leave him? 
Edgar Freemantle drove his Mustang down the mountain from the mountain 
that he and Shirley, his wife, had been staying at.  It was their 20th 
anniversary and he took them up there for a surprise, and what does she 
do?  Leaves him.  That's what she does. 

He accelerated to 30, he loved the feeling of speed, not the drug.  He
felt the car rumble over rocks as he came up to a turn.  The Mustang 
handled well, which was a good thing, because there was a huge cliff 
jutting up on his right, and nothing for what seemed like miles on his 
left.  The rain was starting to worsen,  and he could barley see out 
his windshield without the wipers working overtime. 

"I think we've come as far as we're going to come in our relationship,
Eddie,"  She had said.  "I think it'd be good, good for us both, if we 
see. . .  other people,"  She had said.  So Edgar took the two six 
packs left that seemed to follow him everywhere, and their only car, 
and headed to Denver from their cabin up on the near top of the 
mountain that was 20 miles from Denver. 

"I gave her everything she could want"  He told the empty passenger
seat, empty except for the two six packs, which had now been reduced to 
one.  He had a sharp buzz going on, but he felt good.  Felt in power, 
which was better then all the cocaine his money could buy, which was a 
lot. 

Edgar was six foot two, with 30 pounds of excess fat around his middle. 
He was 47 years old, and owned one of the most respectable stocks in 
his town, which was Boulder.  He was worth six million in stocks, and 
had another $400,000 in solid cash stowed in the bank. Eddie didn't 
have much to worry about, as far as money.  Shirley still worked, 
though; he thought it was just a pride thing, but always told her to 
quit, that they didn't need the extra money.  She used to shrug, with a 
smile, and head out to work to draw in her small amount of earnings.  
She was a waitress at Crossroads, a small country-style restaurant. 

He was brought out of his thoughts when he almost drifted off the left
side of the road.  Normally, he'd pull over until morning, because he 
was so tired, not to mention drunk.  But the seven cans of beer numbed 
his surprise, and instead, he found it funny.  "Dang!"  He said, 
laughing, he opened the eighth can of beer, not knowing it would be the 
last one he'd ever open. 

He was about halfway down when he saw two pools of white, almost blue,
lights.  It took him a minute to realize that they were headlights.  
They had their brights on, and he couldn't see anything in the gloom of 
night. "For God's sake!  Turn of yo'  lights!"  He shouted at the other 
driver to no avail. 

He felt the left side of the car give out as it crossed the crest of the
cliff, no guard rails, lucky Edgar. He might of been able to recover, 
or at least stop the car from plunging over the side, if he wasn't so 
intoxicated.  He realized what was happening a second to late, and 
attempted to recover two seconds too late. 

The car dropped ten feet before it hit the slope; it started sliding
down the muddy cliff until he hit a tree trunk with his front left 
tire, which made the car go into a barrel roll another twenty feet, 
smashing all the windows,  before it came to another tree trunk, it was 
upright now, which ripped off the driver side's door, somehow not 
hurting Edgar in any way.  The car slowed down, and Edgar honestly 
thought it was all over, and he would be able to get out, unharmed.  It 
rolled onto its roof, which didn't cave in because of the roll cage he 
had installed after he wrecked his last car, and slid ten more feet 
where it became wedged in between two pine trees.  He looked around, 
confused.  Safety glass was on him, and he was upside down, he could 
figure that much out.  A white light, he remembered that, too.  
Suddenly, he realized he fell off the side of the road, and about that 
time, the pain came. 

He screamed horribly.  He could feel that both his legs were practically
pulverised, his head felt like someone with anger issues let out their 
anger with a sledgehammer on it.  His left eye was swollen shut and 


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