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.
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.