He was looking at the car next to him furiously. Millard whispered something in her ear and she giggled: something burned in him and he held the steering tightly making his knuckle go white. He was a champion, rarely losing any race, he had a name in the ring. This was an illegal racing activity which was known as chicken. Everyone was looking at him but he was looking at her with cold eyes and expressionlessly.
The racer pulled the trigger and he pushed the foot pedal. His car moved at the speed of light. Crossing every car he was ahead of every car. Eve, Mason and Jason were standing up on the hill from where cars were looking like small shining aunts, who were not moving slow but at the speed of light.
"Look, Jane is sitting with Millard," said Jason.
"Does she know who she is?" aske
