A group I’m in on Facebook posts random story prompts from time to time, and sometimes I enjoy taking a break and getting a couple hundred words out for them. I figured I would share them here!
Prompt: It was a horrible place to get a flat tire.
“No, no, no!” Caitlyn slammed the heels of her palms against the frayed leather of the wheel in time to the steady flop-flop-flop of the flat tire as she cruised to a stop on the darkened street. It was hours past curfew, she shouldn’t be in this neighborhood now, and no self respecting tow service was going to come and get her here and now. She shouldn’t have let Mr. Perkins intimidate her, regardless of the way his massive body made her feel small and fragile in a very definite way.
Muttering half formed obscenities that made her blush, she stumbled out of the car. Cringing at the squealing groan of the rusting metal, she left the door open so as not to attract anymore attention. The struggle with the trunk that always stuck was followed by her falling flat on her ass in a murky puddle shimmering blue-gold-red in the weak lights from the building too far away to illuminate her endeavors. After lugging the heavy tire to the side of the car, she kneeled on the grimy asphalt. Panting, she set her head against the cool metal to try and remember the one time she had seen this done.
The scraping-click of long nails against cement hissed through the echoing darkness. Rattled down her spine as she whirled around, eyes wide as she shrunk back against the deflated tire in horror. She’d somehow forgotten how much bigger they were at night, how their eyes glowed golden-red in the half-light. Had somehow managed to suppress the abject terror of their toothy grins.
“Well, hello there, sweetheart.,” he said, words mangled through so many gleaming razors waiting to rend through delicate human flesh. “Wanna play?”
