the windows of the red porsche 718 cayman s were wound up. the smell of whiskey, high like the pitch of his singing and whistling, is battling roy acuff screaming himself hoarse about a soul that has been called by the master.[1] he had no care in the world – he was yellow. he switched tracks and nicki minaj sang redone/let’s go to the beach.”[2] he pushed down on the accelerator – the turbo-charged four-cylinder boxer engines screamed in joy. he was driving home and texting his girlfriend … starships were meant to fly/hands up and touch the sky/let’s do this one last time/can’t stop…/we’re higher than a motherfucker.” he heard the loud metallic bang. when he got home his wife couldn’t see him …

Copyright © Fani-Kayode Omoregie 2016

[1] Acuff, Roy. (1942). Wreck on the Highway. Fire Bail Mail. Okeh.

[2] Minaj, Nicki. (2012). Starships. Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded. Young Money Cash Money Universal Republic.

Read this and other stories in my collected short stories – deuces.