10 Aug 2019

We Are 138 #12 - New Ride

The engine thrummed softly as Chet manoeuvred his vehicle into a suitable parking position. Once satisfied, he turned the key and the engine fell silent. There was a reassuring clunk as the lock disengaged and a hum as the door opened. He closed the door gently behind him and pressed the alarm activation button. He smiled, his machine was truly magnificent. It stood out amongst all the other dowdy vehicles, battered pick-up trucks and rusted sedans. It was brand new, gleaming silver, all curves and impressive styling details. He sighed. He hoped it would be safe, still intact when he returned to it. He headed across the asphalt towards the seedy bar. He checked his reflection, naked but for the cowboy hat perched on his bald grey head, ‘Hi I’m Chet’. Everyone screamed. Stupid name. Stupid fucking humans.

Rachel Oram is a dabbling wannabe author and very occasional poet. She has a husband and two cats.

1 comment:

  1. Oooh. I like this. Talk about leaving the reader hanging by a thread. Xx


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