Later

{ Denise gracefully hosts Six Sentence Stories, where writers unleash their magic under one simple rule: in no more or no less than 6 sentences.
This week’s prompt word is : EXCHANGE

This week’s story is special as it is what I offer in my first soc challenge…Clark & Ford also participating
… my first sentence is by Clark , Clark’s first sentence is by me, Ford’s first and sixth …yeah, you guessed it…courtesy of Denise…who enters the dance with the remaining two sentences from the 3 both Clark and I sent her!! 
full glorious moon…accoutrements at the ready…12.30 am … fun! }

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The driver of the car, characteristically failing to wait for confirmation from the owner of the car that there would, in fact, be a verbal exchange, bounced his question off his rear view mirror at a volume sufficient to cut through the road noise, radio music and the give-and-take between the occupants of the ’57 Chevy, as it peeled out from the asphalt parking lot.

 

“ Back to the safe house, boss?” his words in tandem with the handbreak left turn leaving Baker St into a tin pan alley, just in time to escape the sirens announcing the manic red & blue lights.

 

The stare of the owner of the matt black Chevy was enough to silence the front seat, while his words did a bit more than that: “ Cool your driving  – Plan B, to the airstrip…& you better have not forgotten to fuel up & have on stand by the Lady or I swear to God, you gonna find out if you have wings on your back.”

 

Without taking her eyes from the road, she touched his forearm, firmly, affectionately, not minding the blood on his sleeve as it was the trembling she wanted to ease off him; they looked at each other with the charged understanding only by souls bound by Fates,  while she whispered :”It’s ok, it’s ok.”

 

The sins of the father…in his mind cinema theatre now playing the night his father after loosing a poker game to the Senator’s son (who now is…was…the head of the Senate’s Gambling Committee) grabbed a bottle of bourbon, sat outside his home leaving that bastard with his daughter, alone, inside…baby brother wondered why his sister told him to hurry down the basement and blast the radio at full volume;
“We are what we settle with” tells now his sister silently, holding her hand with  bloodied fingers, taking in every bit of warmth & love; “We are home free baby” his sister shouted over the idling sound of propellers as she vaulted out of the car towards the Lady.

 

“ Yes, you are” replied the man who could not forget, nodding to his driver to secure his sister in the plane; poor guy, he’s gonna get his ass kicked thought watching her struggling against the driver’s hold, the only thing preventing her from jumping out of a moving airplane; sirens in the distanceclosing in as he waved to the airborne Lady behind his Chevy’s wheel…Ford’s a solid guy – everyone laughed when he said he would bring hand grenades to the party…everyone but them two…
…(max revs…final gear…pins pulled)…later.

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PS: stopwatch at 31’23“