No, I had given it my all.
I knew deep down that we would one day end in catastrophe. No matter how many times I had tried to bleach the slate clean, the bitter words were still visible with a black light.
My car began to rattle. I looked at the gas guage. No, it was half-full. I'd never run out of gas before, thank God. The light turned red, and the car stopped. As in dead.
"Why does this shit always happen to me?" I thought to myself.
I grabbed my purse to hunt for my cell phone. Great. Now I was going to have to call him and ask for help. Surely I could call someone else. I started to scroll through my contact list trying to figure out who would come rescue me.
All of a sudden someone whacked the back of my car. It was so loud I screamed. I didn't get hit, but someone was walking around to my car door. My heart thumped so loud, I practically choked on it.
When he pulled on the door handle, I screamed again. How did he know where I was? Had he been following me?
Suddenly the writing on the wall became a deep shade of red.
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8 comments:
That end leaves so much for open interpretation.
Engrossing..
Oh, that gave me chills. Very well done.
Oooh, ominous.
Well done, and great interpretation of the prompt.
Chilling. I enjoyed your interpretation too.
Very engrossing writing. My heart is a'thumpin' right now.
Makes you want to write a safe ending.
Very nicely done.
Suspenseful.
And I like your page ...Ms. Muse...artful!
Brilliant!
Very engaging! The reader creates the ultimate 'end' as they see it. I liked this... ;)
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