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).
I recognise Al’s slightly strange photo from two years ago, when I wrote this slightly strange story in response.
I was, apparently taking Pregabalin for my nerve-damaged hand at that time. Seems like a reasonable excuse!
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.

© Al Forbes

Click here  to hear the writer read his words:

The Road

The highway is straight and empty, and very boring.
The sides drop to a stony arid wasteland, 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.
I am running from something even less palatable.
My eyes flick to the rear-view mirror occasionally, purely out of habit.
To my astonishment I see a speck far behind me, approaching fast.
It catches me in no time but doesn’t overtake, instead stays close to my rear bumper.
I don’t recognise the make, it is bubble-shaped, white with a black wind-shield.
I go faster, it stays close.
A second one appears, sits alongside its twin.
I am at top speed now, they remain just feet away.
More appear, crowding the road, seemingly jostling 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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8 Responses to The Road – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. athling2001 says:

    Talk about a bad dream. I hope this isn’t a recurring nightmare. Or a glimpse of the future. Well done!

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  2. Don’t worry, even this was a dream within a dream, just like in Inception.

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  3. James says:

    So he was asleep and dreaming at the wheel and woke up just in time to die.

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  4. Mike says:

    It never does to fall asleep when driving. In this situation he would be perhaps better served if the aliens were on hand to rescue him.

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  5. Susan says:

    I have a cousin who swears one night he was chased by a UFO down a country road. I don’t think his medication was prescription, however. Interesting story C.E.

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