Mercedes

He raced the car, opened all the windows. Dense wavelength thick with the hum of the air burst into the box, patted her hair and clothes become weather-beaten face, and it seemed to him that it is easier to breathe. High above his head flashed birds – wings of an eagle now and then pave a broad black shadow, heard the scream stork, and then broke away for a moment from the road, he managed to hold his gaze long elongated silhouette. But most of all it took pelicans with their ridiculous giant noses. Looking at the flock of seven pelicans, rushing toward the sunset, he realized that he is trying to keep pace with their rapid movement. He drove the car from the Miami, as soon as they spotted seven, although it seemed to him that he was not trying to keep up with them, and these strange birds trying to catch up with his cast on the sun a black Mercedes. For some reason he remembered his father's house and an old stove tiles with images of two pelicans.

And then, how difficult it was scrub with their blood, seemingly, forever frozen in ceramics. He was painfully sorry for her father, and at the same time he wanted to permanently erase the memory of his suicide. Intense heat gradually subsided, and he felt that began to fizzle out. He did not want to sit, gripping the steering wheel, and he slowed down. As soon as the car began to drive slowly in his eyes, as if the robber from behind, dashed blue.