FOUR TO THE DANCE FLOOR
A Novel by Lubo DoBrev
Copyright 2006 Lubo DoBrev
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Chapter I (Cont'd)

"What is there to see?  If you want to see the Chinese wall, go to Chinatown.  You Dutch know a thing or two about frenzied speculation and tulip mania.  But why the hell would you swap Manhattan for a bunch of spices?"
The vehicle accelerated.  Nico turned on the stereo and scanned the airwaves.
"Can't stand this country shit," said Jacob.  "These guys are always crying about some Southern belle that got away."
"Play the tune backwards and the girl will return," smiled Nico.  He sang along to a Neil Young song that played on the radio.  "Are you ready for the country, because it's time to go?"
"What is this world coming to?  A foreigner that's into country." 
"It's always been a fantasy of mine to be a DJ and play dance music.  And if it's all night, it's all right."  Nico smiled, trying to lighten the conversation.
Jacob glanced around the car interior.  "Where are my CDs?  See if they're in the glove box."  
As Nico fumbled with the contents of the glove box, Jacob impatiently wedged his fingers under the seat.  When he lost control the car spun on the wet asphalt.
Nico grabbed the wheel, trying to stabilize the car as Jacob sat silent and motionless staring at the raindrops on the windshield, his eyes large and white.  The car rolled, once, then again, then smashed into a tree, shattering the front end.  Oil and parts scattered in all directions. The airbags never inflated.
Jacob flew from the broken window and onto the red clay.  He had a gaping wound on his forehead.  The pouring rain washed the blood from his face.
Nico Gressens held tightly onto his seatbelt.  He was knocked unconscious.  Blood drained from Nico's smashed mouth as his body rocked horribly back and forth.  His hands eventually let go of the seatbelt.
The black automobile rolled over furiously on the wet road.  A pine tree absorbed the third and final blow, this time from the car's rear – bending the metal around the tree as if it were a scarf.  The wrecked vehicle ground to a halt.  What was left of the car hugged the splintered wood and embraced it with its vapors.
The sky over Georgia was split by lightning.  The raindrops disintegrated when they hit the ground.  The music continued playing from the shattered car's stereo.  The sound surrounded the crash site, and blended with the night:
"I was talkin' to the preacher, said God was on my side
Then I ran into the hangman, he said it's time to die
You gotta tell your story, boy, you know the reason why."
   
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