Flash Fiction: Wing Mirror

There it is, that blasted black Bentley.

I can see it clearly in my wing mirror. My instincts are telling me to get as far away from it as I can. It’s a wonder that my sedan has been able to keep ahead for so long. In fact, I believe that the Bentley’s driver is toying with me. The black car is close now. I can see the driver’s face. Is that a fucking skull? Wait, where did he go?
Ohhh Lord! He’s in my rear seat!! Carrying a bloody SCYTHE!!

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear…


Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Carrot Ranch January 3 Flash Fiction Challenge

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17 comments

  1. Oh, this reminds me of a time when I didn’t turn right on red (legal in my state) fast enough for an old codger and he followed me – I was finally able to shake him though. Thankfully he did not end up in my back seat! 😉

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