Anticipation builds as wind combs the water. Stars twinkle and dash as if running from a life they want to shed. 'We aren't too different, in a way', he thinks as clouds float and cover their escape. An engine rumbles to life as if resurrected from a thousand year slumber. Roaring like a dragon as his foot depresses the pedal.
                                 He had no plan really. Just go where the road ends and hope for greener pastures. Reality sobered him from lunacy's clutch. The screeching of his brakes, tires kicking pebbles to a hopeless tumble from the ledge. They sailed desperately, dancing from the cliff into the river below.