Passion

She tried to kill me that much was clear. Who was this women? What the fuck had I done to her? My eyes were locked on her strawberry blonde hair that streamed behind her as she fishtailed the cherry red convertible's ass end back and forth in front of me. Instinctively I pumped the brakes to give a bit more distance between the two of us as she sprayed gravel from the edge of the road in my direction. The sound of the stones pelting my hood pulled my eyes from her for a moment. When I looked back I caught her stare. Glancing over her left shoulder she gave me a look that told me everything I needed to know. It was a look that scared me to death and yet I had never felt more alive.