Riding a Car with Axes

by MRay

We were a few miles from my house when she began staring at me in the rear view mirror. What is she looking at? Why won’t she say anything?

I stared back, remaining silent. Remember, I’m not in the car, I’m outside the car. Okay, physically I’m inside the car, but really I’m outside the car. I continue to get nervous as she turns right down a dark road instead of left toward my house. I was about to ask her what she was doing, but then we hit a speed bump and I flew off the back seat, hitting my head on the ceiling of her Honda. Ouch! A Honda headache.

Anyway, she smiled at me as she increased speed. Something was eerily wrong. At the next red light or stop sign I’m going to jump out.

“Where are you going?” I finally asked her. “I thought you were taking me home.”

She said nothing. I noticed a red light up ahead so I prepared to make a break for it. This chick is nuts. The car stopped. But before I could exit the back seat, she locked the doors on me. I then saw an axe in the front seat.

Comments

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  1. Riding a Car with Axes

    Tad Winslow's Buddy Icon Tad Winslow

    Posted 9 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    ha ha, a Honda headache. Nice addition to the story.

  2. Riding a Car with Axes

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 9 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    That is a horrible continuation of my story. I don’t want to be killed by an axe! And in all fairness, axe or no axe, I could have taken-just a drama chick.
    Seriously, that was a great, dark turn to my story. I love that it went a completely different direction than what I had been thinking
    -the true beauty of ficlets! Awesomeness! And, of course, nicely written, even staying close to the original style.
    LoA

  3. Riding a Car with Axes

    MRay's Buddy Icon MRay

    Posted 9 months ago

    Sorry for the gruesome sequel…must have been something I ate. I thought of the title first, using the word “axes” instead of “exes”. Then I wrote the ficlet to match my title. I know…it was dumb. But that’s the way of the Ficlet.

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