Literature
Catharsis
It had been a long time coming. His was a story in desperate need of a climax. He couldn't withstand the weight of it all any longer.
The tires of his beaten-up, early-nineties sedan pounded the pavement. He had no set location in mind. He simply knew that he needed to be somewhere different, in a setting sterilized of all his ego's demands and triggers.
The sun was just dipping below the horizon behind him. As he drove, a light rain began to fall, leaving minuscule droplets on the windshield and ever-so-slightly disturbing the air. There had been an ominous stillness in the air, as though it were foreshadowing what was about to take place.