Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: The Night Rider

 

No one saw Amber again. Her car found on the side of a remote road, untouched. No sign of foul play, her purse left sitting on the passage seat intact. The car in perfect working order. Young women from solid families didn’t just disappear into the horizon. A serial killer dubbed The Night Rider roamed, the road their hunting ground. Only a matter of time before the small community is hit again. A keen inexperienced police officer laid down bait, staging a breakdown on her own, desiring a promotion. In heels she walked along the dark road, the old asphalt crunching with every step. Lights approached her as the humming of the motor grew louder. The car slowed.

“Want a lift?” said a voice through the window.

The officer opened the car door. She gasped. Amber sat at the driver’s seat smoking a cigarette.

“We thought you were dead. Taken by the killer.”

Chilling laughter pierced through the car. The locks on the door sprung and the passenger window closed, enclosing the rookie. A blunt object hit the back of her skull. The lights went out. The killer claimed another victim.

 

(191 Words)

 

Photo provided by Jodi McKinney for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Other stories inspired by the photo can found here

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Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: Ground Zero

 

Out of her dirty car window, she saw the house demolished. She waited for relief to hit her, making the world ok again. It never came. Instead, her emotions were as flat as the ground before her. Should have stayed away… no, had to make sure.

The house of horrors reduced to nothing more than several diary volumes. Would she be able to move forward? In her mind’s eye, her childhood home still stood tall. Shivers ran through her spine. Don’t go into the second bedroom. It’s location now covered in a mound of gravel. Was it enough to trap and hold the dirty spirit? Where did earthbound ghosts go when their haunting ground become ground zero? Wiped from the land of the living the medium told her. “Blow up the house and you’ll find peace. Rebuild.”

And here she was, builders preparing to rebuild. Sighing, she turned the ignition. The motor roared. No point in staying, her job done. The next tenants spook free. The car crawled along the construction site.

“Didn’t think you would get rid of me did you?”

The spirit of the local serial killer grinned at her from the back seat as they left the lot.

 

(200 Words)

 

This week’s photo prompt is provided by wildverbs for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
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