The wind pushes back on the car but to no avail. The gentle slope feels like a cliff drop as the car quietly but rapidly rolls forward, like nothing but a miracle would stop it.

They say your life flashes before your eyes when you are at the precipice of eternal oblivion. Well murder mystery scenes flash before mine. Did someone sabotage my brakes? At 16, I had neither a psychotic spouse nor a phenomenal insurance policy! White noise on the radio plays an ominous requiem. They don’t even know that I have taken the car. Was this how I was destined to go – A Jane Doe!

Suddenly words of caution penetrate my fog of despair – Remember, its an electric system, the brakes wont work unless the engine is running.

In response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers challenge of July 19th based on a photo by Kent Bonham

16 thoughts on “Crank the engine

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s