The night road is bitter and black. His old, tired eyes are no match for it.
The radio static buzzes, an earful of gnats. He drives along. The tires thump rhythmically against the gravel.
A blur dashes into the road. Thump. He doesn’t see it. THUMP. He keeps on driving.
Emily Ruth Verona received her Bachelor of Arts in Creative Writing and Cinema Studies from the State University of New York at Purchase. She lives in New Jersey.
Donna barely had time to react as the oncoming car turned left, cutting across her path. Her foot slammed against the brake, sending everything loose in her car flying forward. The other driver never looked her way. Grumbling, she continued on.
She died three seconds later, broadsided by an SUV.
Michele Kijeski is a liberal arts student who loves to write in her spare time. She is kept marginally sane by her husband and their six cats.
“I am recent Russian immigrant. Have not yet learned good English.”
“Well, sir, we can help you with the written part.”
“God bless U.S.A.”
“First you must take the eyesight test,” the instructor pointed to a chart which read: C-X-W-O-C-R-K. “Can you read it?”
“Read it? That is my cousin.”
Gary Clifton, forty years a cop, has over sixty short fiction pieces published or pending with various venues. He has an M.S. from Abilene Christian University.
I hate overnight road trips. They’re always the same, just following a thin white broken line that stretches on forever in a blackened landscape. It draws you into the centre where darkness encroaches from the sides until…
BLOODY HELL! If I didn’t swerve that truck would have got me tonight.
Connell Wayne Regner had successfully avoided writing creatively since he wrote spontaneous lyrics to music many years ago. Although from a linguistic background, he has serendipitously succumbed to fiction after spontaneously creating bedtime stories for his children. His other dabblings can be found at paragraphplanet and wtdmagazine.wordpress.com.