The Road – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
My first thought on seeing Al’s slightly strange photo was to write a ski story.
Then I thought of theme parks.
What appears here has nothing to do with either.
This Pregabalin is good stuff, apparently!
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.

Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

The Road

The highway is straight and empty, and very boring.
The sides drop down to a stony arid waste land, not a good place to go.
I haven’t seen another vehicle in an hour, or about 70 miles.
I am struggling to stay awake, but I have to keep going.
What I am running from is even less palatable.
My eyes flick to the rear view mirror occasionally, purely out of habit.
Then to my astonishment I see a speck on the road far behind me, but approaching fast.
It is on me in no time but does not overtake, instead stays close to my rear bumper.
I do not recognise the make, it is bubble-shaped, white with a black windshield.
I go faster, it stays close.
Then a second one appears, sits alongside its twin.
I am at top speed now, they remain just feet away.
More and more appear, crowding the road, seeming to jostle for position.
I grow frantic, sweat pours from my face, but the desert appears even more inhospitable.
Then I tear my eyes from the mirror to the road ahead.
The same scene is taking place there, but of course they are hurtling towards me.
I wrench the wheel to the side in panic.
And waken as the car somersaults towards the rocky plain.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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11 Responses to The Road – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Jesse Raven says:

    enjoyed this from start to finish!


  2. Great tension and description, C.E. That was a bad place to nod off as he found in his last moments. Well written as always. —- Suzanne


  3. rosemawrites says:

    oh my, then tension you built is so palpable and engrossing!


  4. mandibelle16 says:

    A grizzly ending. Very interesting and frightening dream he was having before he woke up. Great write Caeyr.


  5. Loving the buildup of tension🙂 those bubble cars can be a true nightmare!


  6. Sally says:

    Nice build up of fear and tension in your piece.


  7. Graham Lawrence says:

    Elegantly written between real and non real. Entertaining. Are you recovered now? If not do get well soon!


  8. Dale says:

    The tension buildup was great here. Love that we don’t know if it was real or not…


  9. paulmclem says:

    Sounds like you’re somehow going the right and wrong way round the M25 at the same time. Not advised…lol.


  10. Aggg. I think someone should have taken a sleep break. Those naps can make things seem so real. Good story there my friend.


  11. emmylgant says:

    Superb cliff hanger. What is real and what is not, brought home at a horrific price! The last line is unexpected yet essential. It’s the difference between a humdrum ending and a food -for -thought conclusion. Well done.


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