flash fiction 08


Crawling one arm over the other on his belly to escape the ghastly heat he looked behind at the old sedan resting on the roof, its tires pointed at the sky. Would it explode like in the movies? He got to his feet, his right arm numb and unresponsive, he opened the rear passenger door, the girls screaming as they crawled out from the wreckage. God, get away, get far away. Holding back tears of pain,”I’m sorry, it’s okay, I think we have ti- a white light before a wave of fire quickly washed over his face.


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