In Pursuit of Lavender by Akiko Itoyama

Author:Akiko Itoyama [Itoyama, Akiko]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FICTION / General
ISBN: 9780857280541
Publisher: Anthem Press
Published: 2013-04-11T00:00:00+00:00

“That… that is a Porsche! It’s a Carrera 4. Isn’t it chic?”

We had returned to the parking lot. Nagoyan pointed with his chin to a black vehicle sporting Chikuho plates.

“Whit a frog face it’s got!”

“You have no idea.”

I plopped myself down in the driver’s seat and started the car, quite forgetting that the wheels of the parked Luce were sharply turned and that I needed to put in the clutch. We lurched forward. Nagoyan screamed, and simultaneously there was a startlingly loud crunch. The engine stalled, and there we were, smack up against the black Porsche. In a mindless panic, I turned the key again and put my foot to the accelerator. Again, a tremendous thud. I turned the wheels in the opposite direction, put the car in second gear, and looked to my right. There was a huge dent in the Porsche’s door, and the side-view mirror was hanging from a wire. I had somehow managed to do all of that.

“Come on, Hana-chan!” Nagoyan shouted. “Let’s get out of here!”

Without even nodding, I hastily drove the car out of the parking lot and headed down the hill. When we came to the fork in the road, I turned in the opposite direction of where we had come from. Lickety-split we were fleeing the scene, the car picking up speed on the slope and veering wildly around each curve in the road. The peril was palpable, like the grip of pitch-black, throbbing mania.

“Hey, it looks like I’d better take charge,” said Nagoyan, unable to watch me drive. With his able hands now again at the wheel, we had a smoother path of escape. There were few cars coming towards us from the other lane, and there was no one ahead or behind.

“Remember that gangster-looking type back at the crater? I’m sure that was his car. That is bad! If he had caught us, he’d have beaten us to a pulp… And then maybe stuffed us into gasoline drums, set us in concrete, and heaved us into Beppu Bay.”

Nagoyan went on grumbling, but I was still petrified. My heart was pounding, my arms and legs were cold, and I was drenched in sweat. In that terrible state, I could hear The Peas cheerfully singing.

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