With six-pack of beer on his passenger seat, Eddy pulled over to the shoulder. There, he parked the car, shut off the ignition with a turn of the key, and leaned back in his seat. He sighed and grabbed one of the glass bottles of beer and began drinking. “Life, am I right?” He said. There was no one in the car but him. “Gotta be perfect, right? One mistake and your life is screwed.”
He quickly downed the first bottle. Grabbing a second bottle, he got out of the car, walked around, and leaned against the passenger door. He took in the scenery. “It’s a shame it has to be like this.” He took a large swig, allowing the alcohol to flow through his body. “This here is my favorite place. Just look at the trees and the river in the distance. So peaceful.”
He bowed his head, as though paying a tribute, and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. Then he sucked in a large gulp of breath. “No tears. It’s now or never.”
After drinking the remainder of the second bottle, he yanked open the passenger door and grabbed the remaining four bottles of beer. One after another, he dumped the amber liquid onto the car’s plush seats and carpet. Then, from his pocket, he pulled out a book of matches. Sucking in another breath, he lit the match. “Time to make yourself disappear.” With a flick of the wrist, the match met the alcohol-soaked seat and the entire car lit up in flames.
Watching his precious vintage 1960’s Ford get swallowed by the flame, Eddy couldn’t help get teary. “Time for a new life, Eddy.” He told himself and walked away.