Knight Mist: Episode 1

By Stevil Strange

"What are you doing?" Snipe asked with an annoyed voice.

I continued to act like I was looking for something on the floor board of the truck.

"Nothing’" I answered.

"Yes you are. What’s up?" He asked.

I reached under my seat hoping against hope that I would find something that had been kicked under it to give my excuse some credence. Bent forward with my head between my knees I was unable to see out the windows.

My name is Steve. I am a magician. Not a cool Merlin or Gandalf magician, but more of a pull a rabbit out of a hat magician. I am one half of the comedy magic duo of "Myth & Magic."

The other half of the duo, Pat ‘Snipe’ Reule was driving the truck.

We were on our way to Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. We were scheduled to perform at a Renaissance Faire that weekend.

Right now Snipe was driving the truck over the Oakland Bay Bridge. I could hear the thump thump thump of the tires on the bridge. I could feel the vibrations through the seat and the sides of the cab. I could feel sweat appearing on my forehead and the palms of my hands begin to moistening. I could feel my testicles sucking up into my body.

"Wow," Snipe said, "Look at the ocean way down there. How far up do you think we are?"

"I have no idea." I said as I continued to ‘fake’ looking for something. You see, I don’t know why, but I have a terrible fear of high bridges. High bridges over water. Well, that’s just a double header of terror as far as I am concerned.

"Did you ever see the video of the last big quake when parts of this bridge fell?" Snipe continued his ribbing.

I knew, he knew about my phobia, "Kiss my.."

"Asshole !" Snipe yelled at the driver of a Prius that cut us off.

Snipe swerved to avoid an accident as he did, my head smacked against the glove compartment door.

"Ouch!" I shouted as I rubbed my head.

Snipe honked the horn at the Prius. The driver of the Prius waved back in reply, but only used his middle finger.

"It’s on now." Snipe said under his breath and hit the gas.

Oh great, I thought to myself, I’m on a high bridge, way up over water and I’m in a car chase. What else could possibly go wrong this weekend.