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!
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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.