“Beat feet, beat feet, get outta’ town.” J.L. taps his fingers to the rhythm in his head.
Blinding headlights – coming and going. Lost his glasses in the fight.
Damn Loretta. Gotten herself pregnant. Swore J.L.’s the father. Freakin’ liar that Loretta.
Sirens. One foot on the gas. Other on the brake. “Beat feet.”
Swerve ’round the truck. Squeal between V.W. and S.U.V.
Over the center line. Back. Man his head hurt where she’d hit him.
Fixed her for that. Oh yeah.
“Beatin’ feet.” Wham! Screeching metal. Exploding glass.
Loretta flies through the windshield.
No worries, she’d been dead long before J.L. got outta’ town.
Up From the Ashes 
Dear Alicia,
First, I’ve missed you!!! Second, awesome verse. Third, I hope JK realizes that an ME is going to figure out that the accident occurred postmortem. 😉 Stellar and great to see you back here
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle! Glad to be back. I’d written a whole ditty about my recent road trip on some version of Beatin’ Feet, must have been one I didn’t publish. I appreciate your kind words. (I don’t think J.L. is smart enough to know much of anything. Shoots from the hip.) Alicia
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Back with a vengeance hey? 🙂 Savage and frenzied – well done.
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Thanks, Sandra! It’s great to be back in the saddle.
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Oh.. what an awesome piece.. really like that beat, like a death-drum.
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Thanks, Bjorn. That means a lot coming from a poet like you.
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Very dark. I loved the way you gave us the back story during the story, and the “beat” throughout. He sounds like a real nasty piece of work.
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Thank you! I always appreciate your stopping by. Alicia
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You realize he is running from something and in the end you find out what. Good description of a low life guy trying to make his getaway.
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Thanks so much for reading and commenting. J.L. is the lowest of the low. Alicia
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what a great yarn! and welcome back!
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Thanks so much. It feels good to be back in the FF fold. Appreciate you always stopping by. Alicia
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“Brake”?
Good piece.
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Oh, my! Yes of course BRAKE. Thanks for the catch, Mick.
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What a great story, I really like the style.
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Thanks so much. I’m glad it worked.
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Oh… didn’t expect that! Nice tension here. I like it!
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I’m glad it worked for you. Thanks, Caerlynn.
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Wow, you return with a vengeance. I love the beat, it drives the story.
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(Hee Hee.”Drives” the story.) Anyway, thanks for reading and leaving a comment. Always appreciate it.
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Too bad it wasn’t him who flew through the glass…
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Oh! I know! But I think that, as Rochelle said, he’ll get his in the end.
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Methinks so, too!
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Now that’s a story with impact. Great energy and pace. Well told.
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Thanks, Margaret. I appreciate your comments.
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I loved the ‘beat’ 🙂
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Thank you, Helen. My mom always said, “Beat feet, scoot now.” It seemed to fit the picture. Alicia
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Wow! Low life lit extraordinaire. I can smell the cheap likker, the stale air of the trailer, unwashed dishes, and JL’s long stretch in prison. A trophy piece.
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Thanks for your kind words!
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Love the frenzied style of this!
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Thanks so very much. Glad “the beat” worked.
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I was breathless from the cadence of this piece.
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Yeah! Thanks for stopping by, Tracey.
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They got him, unless he’s dead too, which wouldn’t be so bad! Well done!
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I hope they got him and he gets his come-upens (I guess that’s the way one would spell that).
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I wonder what little tune he’ll have in his head while in prison? “Drop the soap, don’t pick it up, baby . . . .”
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Your statement brings very bad visions to mind. Thanks!
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mine too.
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Great beat to this. I wanted to say it out loud while I read it. I hope he gets his due. Well done, Alicia. Great to see you again!
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Thanks, Amy, it feels good to be back at FF. Glad you wanted to say it out loud, that means much coming from you. Alicia
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Awesome 🙂
Loved this, inside the guys head, the final reveal…nice work.
KT
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Thank you, kind sir.
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A lot of hate in the beat! And the beat goes on. Can’t get it outta my head. Eeek!
Lily
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Well, it REALLY worked then. Thanks, hafong.
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this karma will get him in the end surely…an awesome write…
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Yes, I think it already has. Thanks, Sumana.
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I like the rhythm of this piece.
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Thanks, Ula.
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Loved how ‘the drive’ of the piece kept the piece going! Well done!
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Thank you. I’m glad it worked.
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I love your style. That murdering so-and-so sounds high on Meths. That beat is relentless.
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Why, thank you , my dear. He does sound a bit like he’s on meth, doesn’t he?
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What about JL? did he get his comeuppance? I hope so. 🙂
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Yep, I believe he did. Thanks for asking! Alicia
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Welcome back, Alicia. Great story. Looks like part of him was gone before the accident. Putting his dead girlfirend in the car beside him means his mind was not completely present. Great rhythm. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
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I don’t think much more than J.L. is “present” with J.L. So glad you read and commented, Suzanne.
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