Writing Prompt #7: Writing with Anna…

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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.


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  1. What is it about Anna’s prompts and dark stories?

    I can really feel the fear and panic and loss in this story !
    John James recently posted…Flash Fiction: What About The Others?My Profile

    • Thanks John, I am not sure why we go all dark and disturbed over at Anna’s. Maybe she gives us permission to delve deeper into our thoughts.

  2. Wow this is great, almost a script for a film – I felt like I was there. This is good! :)
    Emily @ Have A Laugh On Me recently posted…A fail-proof way to get fit (or locked up) – just pretend you’re a two-year-old!My Profile

  3. Wow! Very intense and very well written Lisa!
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  4. Oooh! Shiver. *shakes off* Affecting, Lisa.
    Well done for taking on some writing challenges. Something I need to try. #teamIBOT
    Twitchy Sharon (@TwitchyCorner) recently posted…Never Mind the Age GapMy Profile

  5. Oh what happens next? You can’t leave us hanging like that!!
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