a steady beat

Turning left, Carolyn brought the sun directly into her eyes. She reached for the shade and turned it downward, masking the harsh light. Her heart began to pound, realizing at once the direction she was headed. “Monica had better not be jerking me,” she said. Her stomach fluttered in anticipation and nervous fear. “But he would come back and do this.” She turned the car right. “He leaves me to fend for myself, and that’s all right. But I get . . . and he’s suddenly got to have me back.” Carolyn slowed as red brake lights in front of her gleamed. She stopped, waiting as a yellow bulb blinked a steady beat. The car turned out of her way and Carolyn pushed forward.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov


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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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