The gleam of the streetlight beamed off the all too familiar steely gaze fixed - right dead at me. I gave chase. Immediately changing lanes - I was not being outrun this time. Not again would I be playing the fool, well not this soon again, if it were indeed up to me to decide.
More gas sending the engine revving higher, the stoplight clearly was orange - so all clear, and on through the traffic light. The pursuit continued. Flashes of light reflecting back towards me confirming the determination, clearly, the chase was hitting stride. Squinting fearful for loosing sight of my target faster I raced, quickly turning in pursuit. I was close. Right behind - it was all falling into place. Nothing I had planned, but fate and destiny working ironically with me in this instance. I was close.
A quick right turn. Bright lights force me to hit the break. Lower gear for the car to crawl slowly and all the while looking, seeking, watchful through the rows each space taken. Surely, the gleam grew bright delighting in my frenzy, having given chase -- only to come up just short. They have eluded me again. Feeling the Universe working with me, the planets aligned correctly, this was to be my opportunity, tonight, and I would grab this chance to set them free. Tonight it would end. For the last time, a fail swoop, valiant effort, grand gesture monumental - historic - instant.
Tonight the monkeys would roam free.
Chapter 1
Nothing was right. Tonight, it was all horribly wrong. Uneven, imperfect and snagged - none escaped critique. Painful correction driven by perfect obsession - digging deeper honing refining filing chewing - this was fixable just one more try another tweak that is all and soon perfect rest finished pristine.
"Ouch!"
The nightly ritual again took its toll. Bruised and bloodied grooming has gone awry resulting in painful self-scarring - blind pursuit of an unknown target, second guessing snowballing, driven by perpetual unpalatable self-perception.
