A little piece of flash fiction for you on a Monday.
If you visit writer Anna Spargo-Ryan’s blog you can read some more stories than might get you thinking today…
One foot in front of the other. The night sky lit up like a Christmas tree. My heart pounding in fear. The silence is deafening. The bright lights of on-coming traffic shine in my eyes, blinding me from seeing the road in front of me.
I panic as the car ahead slows down to stop and I start running again. Running away from noise of metal hitting metal. Running from the screams of the little girl who is trapped within the car.
Flames so fierce I couldn’t touch the car door handle to get to her. A smashed window gives me a way to crawl in to grab her hand to pull her out. She whimpers in pain as I lay her down onto the dirt road.
A blonde women lays slumped over the steering wheel, her blue eyes wide open, piercing right through me. I feel for her pulse. There is none.
The smell of gas penetrates the air, stepping backwards I move out the way just in time for the car to explode into a ball of fire.
Shadows move behind the flames.
Staring. Watching. Watching me, watching him.
“What about the others?” he breaks the silence. His voice strained.
”What others?” I whisper, searching frantically for any other casualties in the moonlight.
“The other people in the car. Where is the boy? Where is the other girl?” His voice has a sense of urgency and tension that gives me a sense of uneasiness.
“I don’t know… ” I stammer. And I don’t know. I have no idea who those people are. I have no idea why their cruiser swerved over to my lane and plough head on into my car.
I have no idea why I am alive and only the girl survives.
All I know is that I need to get out of there.
So I run. I scoop up the girl and run as fast as I can. Her breathing is shallow. She is getting heavier, the further I run.
I glance behind me and he is still watching me.
Standing tall on that hill beside the wreckage. The glow of the car fire illuminating his well-aged face.
One face I will never forget.
One face that will haunt me in my dreams to this day.