Robert Gibson

Last Stop

The last thing that Jimmy David remembered was trying to lose the cops in the Impala he'd jacked an hour earlier, with a loose wad of equally dirty cash thrown carelessly across the passenger's seat. With three cars gaining on him, he'd cut the wheel hard to the left by the railroad crossing and mashed the accelerator into the floor, betting that the local heat wouldn't even try to beat the oncoming train. A glance in the rearview mirror proved him right, as all three cars braked hard and slid to a stop at awkward angles. Jimmy took his only chance and pushed on, gritting his teeth against the approaching thunderous roar and gripping the wheel until his hands ached. He knew that the difference between success and failure was about to be measured in fractions of a second.