Late Night Drive

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Just two friends driving along a deserted road getting wasted. Strange, the shared imagination.

Submitted: February 15, 2018

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Late Night Drive.

Cody takes a long swig from the beer can, keeping the car going more or less straight with the one handed grip on the steering wheel. He passes it over to Travis, wipes his mouth with his hand and nods his head to the music.

Travis is big into 70’s music and they are both singing along to the chorus of ‘Smokin’ In The Boys Room’ by Brownsville Station.

Smokin’ in the boys’ room,

Smokin’ in the boys’ room,

Now, teacher don’t you fill me up with your rules

But everybody knows that smokin’ ain’t allowed in school.”

Yeah!” shouted Cody.

Travis held out the joint towards his mate. “Specially this stuff.”

Can you imagine it, old Howard up front trying to drum into our thick heads the fundamentals of physics.?”

The mentals, more like.”

They both fell about laughing, Cody almost forgetting he was driving. The road was pretty much deserted. They couldn’t have seen more than about two vehicles in the hour they’d been driving along it. And the likelihood of bumping in to the cops? Well, that was pretty negligible.

Come on then, Trav. Play it again!”

The music had just started when Cody frowned. “This must be pretty strong stuff, mate. Can you see it, up ahead? Or is it my head playing tricks?”

Travis looked out through the windscreen. “A bear, right. Massive. But what’s with the balloon?”

So you can see it. It’s not me imagi...imaginig it.”

No, Code. And you better slow down real quick. You’re heading straight for it.”

Cody fumbled with his feet, hitting the accelerator before successfully finding the brakes. He pushed his foot down hard, making those brakes squeal, but he’d left it too late. He swung the wheel, steering them straight off the road and into the front of a tree.

The impact pushed in the front of the car. Cody smacked his head hard enough to stun him, how long for he had no idea. When he eventually looked towards the passenger seat there was no sign of Travis. The door was wide open. He must have either climbed out or been thrown out. Cody knew he should go out and look for his mate, just need to take a few minutes to try and straighten his head out.

A bear! That’s what had caused it all. Walking along in the middle of the road. He must have imagined it but hadn’t Travis seen it too. Must have been some real strong stuff.... Anyhow, there was no sign of a bear in the road now and he knew they hadn’t hit it.

Cody reached round to open the door, and as it opened something appeared. Long claws, sharp enough to tear him apart. A brown paw, hell, it was almost as big as his head.....Shaking, he tried to move across to the passenger side only to see the ripped up remains of Travis laying right outside the door.

The scream started to build, along with the vomit that made it’s way up his throat. The bear didn’t care, just reached right in and pulled him out. The last thing that Cody was ever to see was a red balloon floating upwards high into the night sky.

 


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