Posts Tagged ‘Road’
Aug
Backroads
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
State troopers in the backwoods called in the wrong road. At 90 mph, the sign was a blur. So deputies set the spike strip in the wrong place.
As Bob fiddled with the radio, flipping through static and endless commercials, his pickup suddenly went airborne, tumbling through cornstalks.
Officers had Bob handcuffed at gunpoint in seconds. Cuffs cut off his circulation. An hour passed before they learned of the mix-up. Cordiality crept into their tones.
A deputy in shades took Bob aside.
“Look, we’re just out here trying to keep you safe.”
“Safe,” Bob muttered, his temple damp with blood.
From Guest Contributor Joseph S. Pete
Joseph is an award-winning journalist, an Iraq War veteran, an Indiana University graduate, a book reviewer, a photographer, and a frequent guest on Lakeshore Public Radio. His literary or photographic work has appeared in more than 100 journals, including The Evening Theatre, The Tipton Poetry Journal, Chicago Literati, Dogzplot, Proximity Magazine, Stoneboat, The High Window, and the Synesthesia Literary Journal.
Jul
Preventing Regret
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The road was empty at two in the morning and felt like a different world.
“We should…go to the strip club…” Jim said slurring his words.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “His wife would kill him. He’d probably screw up.”
“It’s coming up…Just…take us.”
“I’m not so certain.”
“Drop me off and I’ll…I’ll Uber home.”
He hit my arm and pointed. I fiddled through every pre-set radio station.
“Looks like we missed it,” I said.
Two days later we were golfing.
“Thanks for not leaving me there the other night.”
“I didn’t think you remembered that.”
From Guest Contributor Steve Colori
Nov
Nothing To Lose
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Tim pressed his foot to the accelerator.
“Hey, moron, you’re all over the road,” yelled the man in the next lane.
Tim screamed and threw his beer bottle at the car. He lost his job, his wife and just found out he had terminal cancer. He continued swerving, cars honking, until his eyes blurred and his head ached. Inebriated and driving recklessly, he crashed into a tree.
“Oh My God!” yelled a jogger passing on the dirt path. “Are you okay?”
Tim moaned before answering.
“I’ll never be okay again.” He backed up and drove away, leaving the woman dumbfounded.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
Deadly Hour
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
John, riding down the dark empty road at three o’clock in the morning, takes a swig of beer.
“I can’t believe Amy is marrying that jerk! She said she loved me. That lying witch!”
Inebriated, he swerves in and out of lanes, his vision blurry. He presses on the accelerator just missing an approaching car. The driver honks his horn profusely at Johnny. Laughing, Johnny takes his eyes off the road and crashes head on into a tree.
Lying dead with his head on the steering wheel and his thumb pressing on Amy’s cell number, the phone begins to dial.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
Happy Halloween
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m driving home from Lori’s Halloween party when the car engine dies. It’s after midnight, the road is desolate, and I’m tired. I reach into my purse for the cell phone, but it’s not there.
Leaning back in my seat, taking a deep breath, I close my eyes. A knock on the window startles me.
“Miss, are you okay?”
It’s a man dressed as Count Dracula, his fangs scarily realistic.
“My engine died.”
“Let me look at it for you.”
As soon as I exit my car, Count Dracula grabs my purse and drives off in his truck.
Happy Halloween.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Bad Journey
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Rob drove down the back road at excessive amounts of speed. After losing his job, his fiancée, Felicia, broke off their engagement. He swerved into the next lane and an oncoming car approached.
“Watch it, nut!”
“Screw you,” Rob yelled.
Those few seconds his eyes were off the road, he came head on with a tree. His head slumped on the steering wheel, horn honking.
Several hours later he awakened handcuffed to a hospital bed with a policeman standing next to him.
“Once the doctor releases you, you’re coming to the station with me.”
Could Rob’s life get any worse?
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Exiled
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The road is not straight. It swines and curves. Like a path of destruction. No journey here I called. I couldn’t see ahead. Deviation, pain, loss, pricked at me. They said no left turn, back up, 6 months, maybe less. Who decides, hurray, take a right? No, down that alley, over there. A light, but you can’t escape. It creeps in deceptive, unimaginable, taking everything. There is no humility. It feeds off itself until the end. Then a rapture egresses, no more pain, no more exile from the human race. So many, yet one name. So common – cancer awaits.
From Guest Contributor Dana Sterner
Sep
Cement Road
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The little girl stomps the yellow rain boots through the puddles, scattering the water that bled from the ground and collected in the damaged parts of the cement road.
She does not feel the moisture that has leaked into her woolen socks, or the place on her ankles where the shrinking shoes chafe. At this age, a child has such a narrow focus. She kicks the water around her until it has been redistributed across the dark pavement.
Once the puddle has disappeared, the patch of ground loses her interest, and she moves down the street, searching intently for another.
From Guest Contributor Caroline Meek
Jul
Road To The Suburbs
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Her house was situated next to a busy route. A road which connected the city to the southern parts of the suburbs.
The whole year, living in that house without wired broadband, with the incessant dust of the road, and the smell of pollution as the trucks roared by; she could barely sleep.
In her dreams she murdered and killed drivers of four-wheeled vehicles, and imagined a day when she could make their lives miserable.
The next year the media went gaga over the unaccounted increase in car crashes on that road. She was not on the list of suspects.
From Guest Contributor Debarun Sarkar
Debarun sleeps, eats, reads, smokes, drinks, labors and occasionally writes stories and submits them. Recent works have appeared or are forthcoming in Off the Coast, The Opiate, Aainanagar, Rat’s Ass Review, Cerebration and here at A Story in 100 Words. He can be reached at debarunsarkar.wordpress.com
Mar
Go Lightly
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Between classes, Hollie and I liked to sneak over to the coffee shop across the road. The trouble was, it was a busy intersection with no crossing points; what a relic! So imagine how frightened I was when she just took off into the busy traffic. Between the perils of angry horns and fast-paced steel she somehow made it to the other side.
Being more sensible, I waited until it was quieter. Then I sprinted over eyes shut and caught up to her.
“It’s ok,” she said as I caught my breath, “they are not allowed to run you over.”
From Guest Contributor George Aitch