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