I’d meant to drive the hitchhiker all the way to Chicago, but she smelled bad, so I kicked her out as soon as we reached Lake Michigan. I was sorry I couldn’t take her home, but my fuel economy improved a lot without her body rolling around in the trunk.
Hannah Whiteoak doesn’t drive. She tweets microfiction at @HannahWhiteoak.
BAM!!
That’s really good. I have to admit to giggling at the pay off :)
This is a great story. I really liked it, and. I didn’t see the end coming.
I’ve experienced the smelly hitchhiker thing a time or two myself, and we did have to throw some out, but they were all alive, at least until they hit the pavement (50 words)
Congrats well deserved
Awesome! Great job!
Brilliant!