White Winged Dove

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He was racing to save his dove.

“Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song, sounds like she's singing
Ooo, ooo, ooo”

That was the song.  It was blaring on the radio.  Stevie Nicks, Edge of Seventeen.  It went well with the roaring of the cars engine as I sped down the highway.  Sped.  I was doing one-thirty-five.  That’s miles per hour.  One hundred thirty five miles per hour.  I was in a hurry.  She had called.  Someone was in the house with her.  I had called the police, but I was closer than any county deputy.  She had sounded frantic.  She locked herself in the bedroom when she heard voices down in the kitchen.

My turn was coming up. I slowed.  Not enough, but the skid wasn’t that bad. I recovered nicely.  Two more miles.  The car roared into the night.  I was lucky the roads were smooth.  Railroad tracks loomed in the distance. I slowed again.  Ninety-five.  I was air born.  The car hit hard on the other side.  I pressed the accelerator.  One twenty.  I could see smoke pouring out of the back of the car.  Come on girl you can do it.  Please.  One mile.  I could see the outside lights of our house.  Come on baby. Just a little farther.