Flash Fiction: The Car

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Once again, I chose to take part in Sioban’s Thursday Threads Challenge. Just like last week, this piece is to be more than 100 words, less than 250 words and contain a prompt from the previous week’s winner.

The prompt for this challenge is “Sure you are, tough guy”, and this bit of fiction is inspired by a fellow blogger, Kim, the G is Silent and her adventures with Passat Girl. I’ve also pulled in another person from within the blogosphere, Bridget (aka Twinisms). I never-met Bridget through Kim, whom I never-met through another blogger.

Please forgive me …

:: The Car ::

The three girls peeked around the corner, looking for the car. The streetlights glistened on the roads, wet from the rain, and the full moon, overruled by the clouds, provided no nightlight.

“I see it!” Gidget yelled, turning her head and knocking into Norah, who knocked into Lorna.

“Jeeze, Gidget!” Norah snapped, grabbing Gidget’s nose and twisting it. “We’re right next to you.”

”Ow – ow – ow!” Gidget cried.

Lorna started to giggle.

“What are you giggling at, Lorna?” Norah said.

“Sorry.”

Rubbing her nose and head, Gidget grumbled. “Freakin’ Impala Girl. Why can’t we be called to find Lamborghini Man or Porsche Dude. Why do we get stuck with the Impalas?”

After successfully identifying the mystery owner of a car that was left for weeks in front of Gidget’s house, she got the crazy idea to start her own detective agency.  The fact that the owner of the car ended up being her neighbor meant nothing. Gidget found her calling; then she called Lorna and Norah.

Norah motioned the girls to follow her around the corner. The three walked towards the car.

“Who called you about this car, Gidget?” Lorna whispered.

Norah turned to the two girls. “Shhhh!” She said, while still walking.

BAM! Norah walked smack into a light post, followed by Gidget and Lorna.

“Dammit, Norah!” Lorna exclaimed. “Watch where you’re going- or I’m gonna slug you!”

“Sure you are, tough guy.” Norah said, poking Lorna in the eyes.

Gidget laughed. “Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk.”

.::.

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21 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: The Car

    • Welcome to the neighborhood, Jo! I’ve seen you ’round the blogosphere, and it is a pleasure having you stop by my place. I am glad I drew you in with a story you liked. Thanks for taking the time to visit.

    • The dogs knew to stay away for fear the girls would trip all over them or something. Dogs are smart like that. 🙂 Thanks for your kindness, Darla. Your support is always appreciated!

  1. Lenore, please forgive me for stealing your idea…or really Sioban’s idea. I wrote a litte flash fiction piece for this and posted it to my blog…not entering the contest, simply trying to stimulate my mind. Thanks for the prompt. I hope you don’t mind the theft.

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