Boy Racer

Into the maw of darkness, the boy racer sped trying the chase the dreams that spun around his head. Trying to empress his friends with the driving skills, he never had. His three friends yelled as excitement filled their minds as they charged into the darkness all without a care. The rain came down in torrents and still he sped on oblivious to the dangers if he did not slow down. As the visibility lowered the boy racer’s speed increased. He could out run this was all that was on his mind. The wall appeared in front of them, fear gripped everyone, and there was no turning back, not at ninety miles an hour. Within a second, they were gone, the damage forever done. They dragged out their bodies after the body bags had arrived or at least what was left of them. Another tragic accident where in unskilled hands speed got the better of them. At the funeral there were few because this one boy racer had killed his friends too. One-day youngsters will learn, but only when it is too late speed can kill all who want to play with it. 23 November 2009