Birds-eye

Birds-eye, pt 5

When she walked back to the car, it was with a quickened pace and something more lively to it. As if to copy her mood, the engine roared up in delight. She bent down and out of sight, rummaging with something inside. Then she got out, with the engine still revving. Now that was what really caught my eye. I don't know much about human means of transportation, 'cept that they are usually in it. She reached down through the window, pushed down at something making a cracky noise and then sprang aside. The car shot forward, a streak of black and thunder plunging down into the river. There was a mighty splash, that startled every animal within earshot. An eerie silence followed, while me and her watched the car sink to its watery end. She waited until the river had completely covered the car. Only a few bells of air rose up, shortlived reminders of what had gone down. 'I am sorry,' she said. She seemed to direct her words to the river – which is crazy, cause the river don't care. Not even when it's just got a car dumped in it. It's been here forever and ever and likely will be here when all of us has done gone on. It moves at its own pace.

Previous parts:
Birds-eye, part 1
Birds-eye, part 2
Birds-eye, part 3
Birds-eye, part 4