Billy braced for impact. The truck’s not slowing! It’ll end like this?
He scrambled, a last-ditch effort to defy death, to slip into another moment. He dove, but was too late. The truck was on him.
Billy stood. Unharmed!
He was confused. How?! But, it had happened.
He cried out, thrilled.
Then, around the bend sped another truck, inches away. Again, Billy braced for impact. No time to move. This truck must end him.
But it happened again. The truck barreled on and he was somehow unharmed.
“I’ve got to stay off the road. I’m going to get killed.”
This is my effort in the annual Advent Ghosts 100 Word Storytelling put on by my friend Loren Eaton at I Saw Lightning Fall. See other entries there. Thanks, Loren.
Image by Martin Gommel
I enjoyed the way we realize what has happened, but he has no memory of the event. He’s got a sense of innocence here.
Mwhahaha! Love! I love that he just has no clue. 🙂
Good one, sir–darkly comic.
What a hellish moment to relive over and over.
This was way cool 🙂
…….dhole
You enfuse the piece with a great sense of panic. Well done.
aww, the thoughts of a freshly undead. creepyness guaranteed here.
Thanks, humans. I didn’t really spend much time on this, but I liked the idea. First time I’ve had a ghost in Advent Ghosts.
Very well done, sir! It reminds me a bit of that Stephen King short “That Feeling, You Can Only Say What It Is In French.” Only without the ceaseless profanity.
I feel like he’s going to be on that road for a long, long while.