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The War upon the Motorcar – Coming together

December 13, 2013

CHAPTER SEVEN

 

They hadn’t spoken for days, apart from dinner talk.

Finally, when Jason (who couldn’t sleep or get up without a cuddle) couldn’t stand it any more he pounced on Clara’s sleeping figure and tried to be ruthless but charming with it,

“Is it true that rape doesn’t count if it happens first thing in the morning?”

Clara rolled him off her and hurled him onto the floor with a couple of too well used moves.

“What the fuck are you doing!”

Jason had to laugh, though everything was so horrible.

He sat up gingerly, transformed in an instant from a priapic demigod to his usual prattish self, and smiled at his angry Clara.

“Sorry mate, you’re right. It’s time; I should tell you what I’m doing.”

“I know what you’ve been doing, you fool! I’ve seen the site, ages ago. ‘The War upon the Motorcar’ indeed! They can’t even be bothered to arrest you for it. Do you really think popping a few tyres is gonna change the world?”

“Several vehicles have been completely destroyed!”

She snorted at his boast, and that never sounded good to Jason. He just had to hope that some small percentage of that aggressive sound came out of amusement as well as irritation, or worse.

Clara sat up, which was nice. They usually missed each other in the mornings, now that Darren’s accident had destroyed their old routine. She’d have somewhere to go that she was already in danger of being late for. He’d be groggy from another weary night of pursuing his impractical schemes. Now she was sitting up looking at him and Jason could look back at her, into her eyes, try to define that clear, dark, china blue shade, hardly aware that anger was the reason for her long stare.

“It’s not helping, Jason. You’re just wasting your time – our time – and will only ever make things worse.”

“I know, but it’s all connected, don’t you see? People just need to be reminded that people are more important than cars and all this endless, meaningless traffic!”

“I all means something to somebody! Unlike what you do.”

Jason had to think it over yet again; he owed her that, but of course he didn’t want to. It was just the only thing he could think of doing, and he wanted to take it to such an extreme that something would have to happen.

“I admit that the methodology is stupid, but I’m working on that, darling.”

In fact he had done something the previous night, another first for him, that had wrecked two cars at once, and made it look like one of them had been at fault. It was the satisfaction of having achieved that much that had put him in such a frisky mood in the first place, though now he could only realise that the danger he’d put them in would’ve been doubled.

Clara gave up on getting any more rest and jumped out of bed, with the grace and decisiveness that would always thrill him, even when she swept past him so dismissively.

He looked at his watch. She had enough time to give him one more chance.

“Look, this could make a real difference if, if I can just get the right message out.”

She could only think of Darren now, and would really lose it with Jason if he delayed her getting to the boy’s bedside for another second.

“So what are you going to do today?”

She’d given up asking him to go to the hospital with her. He’d just mope about and accept whatever the medical people said.

“Why won’t you just deal with the reality of the situation and try to get some real help?”

“I can’t Clara! You know what the ‘real help’ is like. But I promise you, I won’t give up.”

She couldn’t argue with him any more; what was the point?

She felt like he needed her to build him up, and hated never being able to escape that tiresome responsibility. But she had to believe that Jason was capable of being some sort of useful resource, if she could only manage him properly.

“Well, what do you need? What is the point of this campaign? Have you got any plans?”

Jason hated projects, and he knew she would tear any suggestion of his to pieces. But finally having her interested enough to ask anything gave him some hope.

“I just want it to change from this lonely, doomed crusade to something that people want to support, a proper campaign!”

“Then we need allies.”

Jason hated ‘allies’! Pitiful as it was, this had been the one thing he’d kept to himself, that he could at least pretend to have some control over. Clara, his one real ally, would take that away without a thought and now he would have to allow her to do that; but it was good news, of course, and he did feel a bit more hopeful.

“It’s finding the right ones, of course. And please don’t tell me that we need to start a petition!”

“Yes, it’s really too serious for that now.”

Clara had her mug of tea and was back sitting on the bed, looking so thoughtful that Jason might have tried kissing her again, if only his back weren’t still aching from his last attempt at doing that.

 

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