Hyde Road - Go to the house
From Create Your Own Story
You glance longingly at the hotel for a moment where the woman in the green coat had disappeared to, but you can feel Jack's eyes on you and the bag in your hand, making you feel uneasy. You walk toward the car, Jack smiles at you as you pass him. The wind gusts strongly and you feel your hat lifting from your head. Quickly you raise a hand and hold it in place. Another icy blast as snow clings to your eyebrows. You reach your door and open it, unlocking the drivers side and clambering up inside quickly for some shelter. Jack sit's down in the passenger seat, brushing some snow off his coat, and makes himself comfortable. You hand him your Hat. You push your bag into the gap behind jacks seat.
"This weathers a little unpleasant, Hart." Jack put's his hands toward the air grilles in the dashboard. You turn the car on, almost immediately warm air blows into the frigid cabin of the four wheel drive, a small light comes on in the dash indicating your seat warmer has turned on. "Much better." Jack once again turning his attention to you. You glance at yourself in the mirror, "Don't look so defeated, Hart." Your demeanor is not overwhelmingly positive. "Seriously Hart, get a grip. I know prison hasn't afforded you much opportunity for tail." Jack is teasing you, it's nothing new, it is seldom he takes the time to appreciate your personal struggles. It is true, you haven't spent time with a woman since before you were locked up, perhaps this attraction is simply because of your prolonged abstinence. Jack concurs, "You know it is, Hart."
You put the car into reverse and scowl at Jack as you back out into the street.
"Personally, I don't care. Why don't you just pick up a hooker from the motel like a regular man?" Jack persisting on discussing the topic. You try to ignore him. "At least that way you know she will scratch that itch." You are now driving down the main road. Your fuel light comes on. Two roads down and you take the turn that leads up to the pass. There is a station just up ahead. You can see the sign shining through the snow, it's a late afternoon and despite the thick mass of snow coming down there is a myriad array of colours shining through the dappled clouds as the day draws to a close.
You drive your car up to the first pump, turn off the engine. Jack is drumming his hands on the dashboard to a song you hear playing in your head. You are still thinking about the woman from the coffee shop but Jack seems not to care anymore. Placing your hat back on your head you get out the car and attend to your tank. The station is quiet, there is a flashing light over the door to the convenience store advertising that it is open. Snow is piled up against the side of the building, effort only put into keeping the facilities operational. There are two woman standing there, sharing a cigarette. They are under dressed for weather, but that's hardly surprising, clearly they are working girls, two brunettes, wearing thigh high boots and short skirts, fur trimmed jackets. They are too far away for you to make out more details.
You stare out into the falling snow as the you wait for the pump to do it's job, minutes pass, a click alerts you that your tank is full. You wrap your scarf over your chin and tilt your hat down as you walk into the store. You look at the condiments on sale for a moment before deciding you aren't interested. There is a pile of news papers in front of the counter and can see your face staring back up at you from the front page. A quick exchange with the teller and you leave, he hardly looked your way. You exit the building, one of the prostitutes has come round from the side of the building, waiting at the door as you come out. She has a hand on her hip and has her shoulders pulled back showing off her assets with little subtlety.
"Evening, Handsome." She announces as the doors close behind you. She has strategically placed herself so that you have to pass her on you way back to the car.
