Two Wrongs, Right!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short story written for the Imaginarium One Word Prompt -- Amber.

Submitted: May 17, 2017

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Two Wrongs, Right!

 

I have been driving my little compact car for just over a year now, not long enough for me to have forgotten all the Rules of the Road. I still remember what all the signs mean, what I’m supposed to do before pulling away.......and on and on and on.

 

I still remember the rules about traffic lights too. Stop on amber unless you are too close to the stop line to do so! Well, I’m approaching those lights right now and they’ve been on green so long it’s obvious they are gonna change. Gently, I put my foot on the brake and there it is, that amber light.

 

But out of my mirror I see this four-wheel-drive, complete with spotlight and bull bars rushing towards my back bumper. The driver is not even making an attempt to slow down. I’m gonna have to keep going or he’ll rear-end me, no question!

 

But hang on, there’s this souped-up sports car already pulling away, jumping it’s own red light and revving straight towards me. If only my poor old car had wings we could make it, but alas, all it has are it’s own four wheels.

 

There’s nothing else for it......I shut my eyes and wait for the CRASH. Funny how long a second can seem.

 

I open my eyes to see my bonnet pushed into sport star’s car, steam hissing out like a geyser. The back of my car is now right behind me. The back seats have vanished into a pile of plastic, carpet and metal. Mr Pro-Hunter is deeply embedded in the rear of my car.

 

There’s shouting and swearing and hooting all around. My doors won’t open so I’m stuck here listening, somehow miraculously unhurt. I open my mouth to protest! I did nothing wrong. I obeyed the rules. Was it my fault these two clowns had gotten so careless!

 

But hang on a minute! I smell a distinct smell of gasoline. Mr Pro-Hunter is pulling out a cigarette, flicking at his lighter ......... “No!” I scream but.........

BANG!


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