5th March 2006
Highway to Hell
Non-Fiction Author: Firecat
Created: 21 February 2005




We're on the Superhighway, a coachload of happy, excited people, partying to celebrate my life! My family and "friends" are all aboard. They ordered the coach, I paid for it. I am driving. The sign by my head says "Do not talk to the Driver!" ~ but that's OK, they all know what I want.

We're off to see the big sunset. We reached the Superhighway and they said "turn right!" They knew best, so I did.

We're driving as fast as we can go, straight into the sun, which is blinding me. Straight away, I knew I wanted to go the other way, to see the sun set over where I had been ~ not over where I could not reach. I wanted to turn round, but they were not listening. Eventually they checked on me and reassured me that I would love it when I got there, but the further I go, the more certain I am that I don't want to go this way with them ~ yet they are all my friends and family, and they all want to go there. I look in the other vehicles around us, it might be because of the sun but they all look happy to be going this way. And yet, the more I think about it, the more I notice the cars on the other carriageway. I cannot see the people's faces there ~ but presumably most of them are happy going that way ~ and there are plenty of them.

We've been driving so long now, my passengers are getting tipsy and jumping around. They seem to have forgotten me. I would like a comfort stop. Even if I can't go back, a break would be a mercy. My bottom aches, I am hungry and thirsty and I need to sit for a pee. They have other ideas. The sun is low in the sky now, sinking towards the twin peaks. We have no time to stop, so much they want to do before the sun finally goes down. I am also acútely aware of the time, the lack of it. Neither the time, nor the money nor fuel now to reach the other end of the road. I will never get there and I will always feel bitter about that. Yet, I am the "driver"! I would settle for as far that way as I can go ~ I dread the final destination this way. Dread it. I have wasted too much time dashing Hell for Leather this way, when even a little way down the other way would have done. Still, mustn't upset the passengers. After all, it's my life they are all so happily celebrating.