Fellow blogger Parrot Writes set out this flash fiction challenge for last week:
We are traveling 60 mph on the interstate going home from our Ashland stay. Suddenly we see brakelights four or five cars ahead of us and watch a minivan swerve off to the shoulder of the highway and slide to an immediate stop, gravel flying. A young woman flings open the drivers door, jumps out, runs around the front of the van, and yanks open the passanger door. We were past her before we could see what caused her to stop so suddenly. In 55 words what just happened?
Unfortunately, the only fictional element of this was actually getting out of the car before the flood. 🙁 Didn’t happen that way.
I pulled the door open and Alex tumbled onto the sloping shoulder. He opened his mouth as rivers of Seven-Up laced with popcorn, gummy bears, Milk Duds and stomach bile gushed out onto the gravel.
Independence Day: the movie. Opening day, 1996. Front row seating only. Vacation celebration with best friend.