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Monday, July 31


Flash Fiction
by Rod Drake

Lara couldn’t believe her eyes. It was the blue Honda Accord. Jeremy’s car. Parked in front of Nicole the psycho, his ex-girlfriend’s, apartment building. How could he?! Jeremy said he had to work tonight, and couldn’t see Lara as planned. And she had trusted him; Jeremy seemed so sweet, so genuine, not like most of the jerks she had dated over the last few months.

So Lara had decided to go to the video store and spend her Friday evening watching romantic films too perfect to be true, but were great fantasy, which her life needed. Taking a shortcut through this neighborhood, not her normal route, brought her here to discover Jeremy’s car.

Lara had had enough. She wasn’t going to stand for this or take it anymore. She pulled her car over and parked down the street. It was pretty dark since the moon was behind clouds and full oak trees blotted out the streetlights.

She rummaged around in her trunk, looking for something she could use. Nothing but car stuff. Then Lara found an old aluminum baseball bat, probably left from when she dated that self-absorbed jock. It would work.

She marched up to the blue Accord in righteous indignation. Lara glared at the apartment building, wishing she knew which apartment they were in. Doing God knows what. No, she told herself, she knew exactly what they were doing.

With that Lara bashed out one of the headlights. It exploded in a shower of glass. Here, have another, she thought, and smashed the other one into a million pieces.

I have to work tonight, she mimicked Jeremy to herself. Well, work on this, Lara thought and struck the hood a solid one, denting it deeply. She’d hammered the hood so hard that it hurt her shoulder. I have to get to the gym more often, she decided, stepping to the side of the Accord.

Have some free air conditioning, she wisecracked internally, and shattered the passenger’s window, knocking the mirror off. Once behind the car, Lara hit it over and over again, bludgeoning the trunk and destroying the backup lights.

A light came on in the apartment building. She hoped it was Nicole the psycho’s place. Time to go home now, Jeremy? Lara asked mentally. Wait till you see your ride.

She strolled back to the front of the car again, and with one might effort, crumpled the windshield, creating a spider web of cracks.

The moon emerged from the clouds, lighting the street with a pale glow. Lara stopped to catch her breath. Her shoulder really hurt now. As she leaned on the car’s fender, Lara noticed something in the moonlight. This Accord had an out-of-state license plate. Then she saw a Hello Kitty doll bobbing from the rear view mirror. This wasn’t Jeremy’s car.

Now visible from the moon’s illumination, Lara saw that the apartment building read 1302, not 1802. She ran to her car as a police siren wailed in the distance.

Rod Drake lives and writes in the neon city of Las Vegas, Nevada. He has had stories posted on Flash Flooding, Flash Forward, Flashing in the Gutters and AcmeShorts.

4 reactions:

Kelly Parra said...

Talk about jumping to conclusions. *laughs* Good one, Rod! Thanks for sharing with FM. =D

Jeff said...

That's what I would call one gigantic "oops" moment. lol
Good job, Rod. Thanks for sharing.

sandra seamans said...

Look before you leap to conclusions! Nicely done.

ElfFeather said...

this caught my attention. good job.