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Golden Adrenaline
May 12, 2021|Short Story

Golden Adrenaline

Golden Adrenaline

When he woke up Jack remembered how important it was to keep moving. The morning cold became so unbearable that it turned common. Jack slept on a wooden table; resting in a place where he would not attract the attention of the world. Away from everything he remembered longingly, letting his imagination run wild while he slept.

Dawn was still a long way off. However, the pain he felt was irrelevant, the only thing that remained clear when he woke up was running away.

The feeling of having to protect his back didn’t diminish with time. It could even be said that it was increasing. It had been two weeks since the incident, since he had to do something that he did not expect to be capable of.

Jack opened his eyes and came back to reality, to the chill of the morning air that somehow seemed to be slightly warming his body, to the dampness of the dew. With his numb muscles he moved, noticing a pain on his neck.

I better find a new place to spend the night, he told himself, reaching the bottom of his head with one hand.

Shortly after he got up and went to look for his motorcycle in the bushes, well hidden to give him a little security. The world he lived in was dangerous, even for him.

Jack started the engine and felt the roar of combustion, immediately climbed up to feel the heat between his legs, and made sure to fasten the collar of his black leather jacket. Taking a pair of gloves from his pockets, he prepared to leave the temporary home where he had to spend the night.

The chill of dawn intensified with speed, the cool breeze crashing against his body, leaving an almost imperceptible layer of moisture on his blue jeans. Jack was used to the cold, he even learned to prefer it.

The trip took about fifteen minutes, riding on the empty city highways, until he reached the turnoff. There she was, in her carved black leather suit and her black motorcycle. Her head was covered by a helmet.

“It’s about time,” Dahlia said, lifting the motorcycle visor. “Come on, we’re running late.”

Jack didn’t have time to turn off his motorcycle engine and saw Dahlia speed up. This woman will be the death of me, he thought and sped after her.

The trip was longer than he expected, the motorcycles moved at high speeds on forgotten roads. Although for them, the bad conditions of the terrain, it was the best part of the trip.

Jack traveled close to Dahlia, close enough to let the rising dust pass under his motorcycle. They passed through vast ancient forests, over rustic wooden bridges, farther and farther from civilization.

Once Dahlia found the perfect spot she stopped, got down and removed her helmet. She opened one of the bags that hung on the side of her motorcycle.

Jack stopped a few steps from her, but before he could get down Dahlia approached him.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

Jack took off his helmet. “Better now than never.”

“This is going to help you,” she said as she finished rolling the joint in her hand, then she lit it.

Jack stared at Dahlia smoking for an instant, a part of him ready to reach out and receive the lit joint.

“The plan is simple,” she said and continued smoking. “On the riverbank we’ll find the merchandise. We may be the only ones here, but one can never be sure.” Finally Dahlia passed the joint.

Jack tried to hide his anxiety to reach it, but he couldn’t wait a second before placing it between his lips. The smoke entered his lungs quickly, for an instant Jack left behind all his memories or ideas…only concentrating on the sensations that were about to arrive. By letting the smoke out he already felt different. Anyway, he continued smoking.

“…I’ll take care of the motorcycles,” Dahlia said. “All you have to do is retrieve my package and get back here.”

“Okay…” said Jack, passing the joint.

Dahlia went off to smoke alone as she watched from the edge of the road the river at the feet of the hill. Then, she returned and passed the joint before heading to her motorcycle.

Jack went back to smoking… by now his body already felt different, the smoke lingered in his lungs for just an instant before letting it out. He continued smoking as if it were a normal cigarette, while he watched Dahlia search one of the bags on the side of her motorcycle.

“You might need this,” Dahlia said as she returned with a silver pistol gleaming with the rays of the sun.

Jack opened his mouth without noticing. “And…what is that for?”

“Just a precaution,” she said and handed over the gun. “It’s loaded…I have another one in case things get complicated.”

The river and the feet of the hill was the border dividing two countries. Dahlia hid the merchandise a week ago when she was followed by border agents. She was willing to do whatever it took to retrieve her investment.

“Okay,” Jack said and took the gun. Then, he passed the joint back to Dahlia.

Dahlia smoked while looking at Jack tucking the gun behind the belt on his back.

“How am I going to find the package?” asked Jack.

Dahlia pulled a small pair of binoculars out of her jacket. “Look at the rocks on the side of the road, a few feet from the river bank.”

Jack took the binoculars and got off his motorcycle, he walked towards the edge of the road to get a better angle. Before long he found the green square package. “I see it.”

“Finish this,” Dahlia said while releasing a cloud of smoke from her mouth.

Jack took the joint and smoked, watching the landscape in the distance. “Let’s do it,” he said as he tossed a small piece of paper and ash.

The two got back on their motorcycles and drove down the old road. Before long they stopped in front of the entrance to a barbed wire fence.

“From here you must continue on foot,” Dahlia said. “I take care of the motorcycles.”

Jack hung his helmet on the steering wheel and went on. I still don’t understand why she can’t retrieve the package herself, he thought. I don’t think the border guards will be around.

He carefully crossed the fence and followed a narrow path until reaching a small forest. He continued walking cautiously, making sure there was no one around. Soon after, he saw the river again, and found a small path down. Going through some brush he returned to the road that crosses the river and after wetting his boots to cross Jack found the package.

That wasn’t that difficult, he thought and tucked the merchandise inside his jacket. “Easy money,” he said and turned back… when he heard a familiar growl.

Jack immediately turned to find the source of the sound and saw two large dogs. He desperately looked for something to protect himself, a stick to keep them away. Nothing…the animals continued to growling.

One of them approached while the other descended towards the river. Jack noticed that they were surrounding him and decided to get back. Of course, the road where he previously crossed was protected by one of the animals, while the other continued approaching.

Jack began to cross and noticed that the river was deeper, he had no alternative. Stepping backward to not lose sight of the growling beasts. The water was up to his knees…the other dog crossed the river through the road to block the escape.

The beasts growl showing their fangs, Jack noted that they were very well fed and large―with their black eyes gleaming at him. The approaching dog also began to cross the river, both of them stalking him from different angles.

Jack could only back away, while he continued looking for something to defend himself with…when the animals started barking. I have to get out of here, he thought and picked up a rock from the river bank and threw it.

The dogs watched Jack turn and start running. The one who was still crossing the river went after him, while the other turned to return to the road.

Jack ran…looking for a way up to the forest. But the undergrowth and the uneven terrain made it difficult for him, while the dog ran a few steps behind him.

You can do it Jack, Dahlia thought when she heard the barking.

Jack kept running in search of a way back when he saw the second dog waiting in front of him. Damn it, he thought and changed his direction… unable to stop while the beasts followed closely behind. Dahlia, I’m going to kill you.

The path he had to take was getting further away, Jack had to find a way to climb towards the forest. Each step he took made the climb even more difficult. Jack reached for the gun at his back…I can’t.

The animals were running closely, trying to bite Jack’s ankles, but he kept his speed to avoid being caught.

If they wanted to hurt me they would have done by now, Jack thought and stopped to face them.

The growls became clearer as the dogs slowly moved around Jack.

Without a choice, Jake took the gun from his back and aimed at the dogs. I can’t do it, he thought and shot into the air.

The animals recoiled from the explosion.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” said Jack, watching the animals return to their aggressive state.

Jack tucked the gun behind his back and grabbed a branch from the ground.

The animals continued to stalk him.

Jack was breathing heavily as he looked from side to side for a path to escape. The forest he had to return to was so close, he only had to climb a wall. Jack continued to take steps backward.

“This way,” Dahlia said from the forest and threw a rope.

Jack looked up and ran to grab the rope.

The dogs ran behind him, one of them took him by the pants, while Jack tried to climb. The weight of the animal forced him to stop, Jack looked down and saw the other dog jumping, trying to reach him.

After a short time the pants ripped and Jack was able to continue climbing.

“Do you have the merchandise?” Dahlia asked when Jack reached the forest.

“Yeah…” said Jack, trying to catch his breath. “Why didn’t you tell me there were watchdogs?”

“Hurry, they must be coming,” said Dahlia and ran off.

Jack followed her to the motorcycles, the barking heard in the distance.

“You’re crazy,” Jack said when they were safe.

“Easy money,” Dahlia said, raising an eyebrow.

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Sebastian Iturralde

Fiction blogger—citizen of this beautiful planet, eternal lover of artistic creation and literature. Certain that the creative energy comes from nature.

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  • May 12, 2021 at 5:31 pm

    Fantastic blog post! Please keep up the good work!

    • May 14, 2021 at 5:54 pm

      I guess this story was just a reminder of the great outdoors and its limitless possibilities. I’m glad you liked it.

  • May 12, 2021 at 5:55 pm

    “Easy money” for Jack and Dahlia, easy like from me to you. Incredible post, I gotta read more like this!

    • May 14, 2021 at 5:58 pm

      At this rate I’ll have to open a likes account to pay the rent. I’m very glad you enjoyed it. Let me know if you find another story that you like.

  • May 12, 2021 at 9:46 pm

    I really enjoy reading your blog! Really great work. I will definitely be back to read some more.

    • May 14, 2021 at 6:02 pm

      I’m very glad to hear it, after all who is an author without its readers. I hope to see you back soon, don’t forget to bring friends.

  • May 12, 2021 at 11:41 pm

    Great work. It felt like I was smoking lol. Great suspense. Time slowed down when those dogs came into the picture and almost got him by the pants!

    • May 14, 2021 at 6:05 pm

      I know, it was quite an unexpected adventure, luckily everything went well. It seemed that he was running out of options to escape. Thank you for your comment, it means a lot to me that you liked it.

    • May 14, 2021 at 10:42 pm

      It’s a great read and a great site. Love your artwork. Do you make them yourself?

  • Cheryl
    May 13, 2021 at 1:58 am

    Fabulous. Really drew me in! Thanks!

    • May 14, 2021 at 6:09 pm

      I think that’s the most important aspect of reading, letting ourselves be carried away by a story and living other people’s experiences. Thanks!

  • May 13, 2021 at 1:59 am

    This is so true. I preach about the importance of environment all the time. GREAT BLOG POST!!

    • May 14, 2021 at 6:10 pm

      I like that you noticed, we’re all together on this beautiful planet. Thanks!

  • May 13, 2021 at 3:04 am

    As someone who writes about the past and its dead, I enjoy reading your present. Refreshing!

    • May 14, 2021 at 6:12 pm

      Between the two of us…we could team up to read each other and get out of our literary routines. It is a pleasure!

    • May 15, 2021 at 1:44 am

      That is an excellent idea!

  • May 13, 2021 at 4:57 am

    So true!

  • May 13, 2021 at 6:13 am

    There’s an anecdote about Fred Astaire. It says he owes his success to his sister. She was his dancing partner, and when she married, he had to go out and find a new one.

    Enter: Ginger Rogers.

    Cheers!

    • May 14, 2021 at 6:16 pm

      It seems that everything in life comes when one is ready to receive it. Thank you for this anecdote and I hope you are enjoying my stories.

  • May 13, 2021 at 9:09 am

    THANKFULLY TO YOU

    • May 14, 2021 at 6:22 pm

      Creo que es demasiado pero lo aceptaré con humildad, espero verte pronto para más relatos.

  • May 13, 2021 at 9:35 am

    What a cool story, I’m always on the lookout for talented writers. I have a short story podcast. I was wondering if I could read this story on my podcast ?

    • May 14, 2021 at 6:26 pm

      Thank you, it pleases me to know that it was of your liking. It would be an honor to hear it on a podcast, don’t forget to mention my url so more people can enjoy my stories. If you want, you could leave the link to the podcast as a comment for others to find.

    • May 14, 2021 at 6:40 pm

      I have done that with others I will do it for you as well

    • June 13, 2021 at 7:31 am

      it is set to run in November of 2021

    • June 20, 2021 at 11:52 am

      That is wonderful.

  • May 13, 2021 at 12:12 pm

    🙂 x

  • May 13, 2021 at 9:09 pm

    Awesome story! Well crafted and written. And it has motorcycles.

    • May 14, 2021 at 6:33 pm

      I also loved the motorcycles in it, and I’m glad to know that you enjoyed my story. Hope to see you soon for more stories.

  • May 13, 2021 at 9:28 pm

    Didn’t mean to steal your line…’Be especially patient with those loved ones…’ REALLY like your layout. Keep up the Good work.

    • May 14, 2021 at 6:35 pm

      Of course I’ll continue creating, thank you. Hope to see you back so you can enjoy the layout.

  • May 14, 2021 at 12:40 am

    A really nice read. cheers.

    • May 14, 2021 at 6:36 pm

      Good to know you enjoyed it, I’ll keep working to create other stories like this one.

  • May 14, 2021 at 12:41 am

    Great Blog Seb. very interesting

    • May 14, 2021 at 6:37 pm

      It has been a long time job and tuning thanks to the feedback from my readers. Hope to see you back for more stories.

  • May 14, 2021 at 6:59 am

    “Easy money”? Yeah, right. Good story!

    • May 14, 2021 at 6:45 pm

      The only easy money comes after years of hard work without reward, like that of a writer. I hope to see you for my next story.

  • May 15, 2021 at 8:16 am

    Wonderful articulation. Amazing short story.

    • May 16, 2021 at 6:15 pm

      I write them with love so that my readers can enjoy each word. I’ll wait for you to come back.

    • May 17, 2021 at 9:04 am

      I surely am going to read the next one soon. 🙂

  • May 15, 2021 at 2:58 pm

    That was a close call! Compelling writing.

    • May 16, 2021 at 6:29 pm

      For an instant I thought there was no escape. Luckily it had a happy ending, I hope you can visit next week for my new story.

  • May 15, 2021 at 11:13 pm

    Hmm interesting thought of line

    • May 16, 2021 at 7:17 pm

      I hope you enjoyed the story, come back soon.

    • May 16, 2021 at 7:36 pm

      Oh, I’m hooked. Never fear, I’ll always be back God-willing …
      Also, I think I could try to be a little more redundant in some of my messages that I don’t edit! I hate that I almost always have mistakes in everything I post! 🙁 That is part of the reason I enjoy your stories, because you never have typos 🙂 God bless

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