knockout
@bryerim
three miles of empty road strip, two fast cars, faster girls. they sit on a red hood, and seolhyun explains with painstaking detail their plan for the next race. the sun is hot, and sweat makes her shirt stick to her back, but winning will be worth it.
winning is always worth it.
“thirsty?” she asks, popping off the hood and walking around to the back door. she tosses yerim a water bottle from the cooler nestled behind the drivers seat, and leans on hot metal as she unscrews the cap.
there’s silence for a moment while she drinks, thinking of high speed and screeching brakes.
the accident sits like a heavy omen on her shoulder, but she’s fine. she’s cleared for most forms of physical activity, and racing has to be on the list. it has to.
she pops three advils from her back pocket and returns to yerims side, “we should drive the same car model. fuck up the visuals, and confuse the other racers.”
