The Lightening StrikesThe Lightening Strikes The TarmacThe Lightening Strikes by ~Lee-Tyrrell
'No man, I mean, look at the car outside.' His friend, Jasper obeyed and followed his line of sight to the car beyond the window. A rust encrusted, badly painted, panged piece of shit with slashed tires.
'What about it? It's a hump of crap.' Could Aubrey really compare the human life to that of a burned out car? The unkempt darkness of Jasper's topiary atop his head turned quickly back towards Aubrey Sykes, the immortality obsessed greatly bearded dirty man.
'Yes indeed. Who would want to drive that car? That car is as good as dead' a fake surprise sigh, 'Unless!' he pointed rather violently in Jasper's confused, milky face, Jasper continued to twiddle his thumbs, through paranoia. 'Unless what?' leaning his head forward, slightly tilted, in deep curiosity and this time cupping his hands, he stared full into Aubrey Sykes' eyes, in a hope that he could understand better. 'Now, J' the singular letter by which Jasper was known by hi