It was one of those morning strolls where the gentle sky spread over the horizon and a solitary cloud hung overhead. Alexa came to a crosswalk, where she stopped to let a car turn. Conversely, the man driving the car pulled up and rolled his passenger side window down. “You need a ride?” he warmly asked.
At first she didn’t say anything, she just looked at him—his car; her eyes ran down the length of his peculiar vehicle and back to this man’s eyes. For a moment, she thought, why on earth would a sinfully gorgeous man be driving a piece of odd-looking, spray-painted sixties tin with a bed of flowers on its roof?! “No, thank you,” she kindly refused, but shoot him a look that meant, NO WAY MISTER! I’M NOT RIDING YOUR HIPPIE CAR.
“Suit yourself,” he said and winked.
Then, as if fate begged to disagree, droplets of rain started to pour from the puffy cloud that now started to sprawl. “Seriously?!” she yelled and came running after the car which slowed to a halt, “Sorry, I think I need a ride.”
Here’s for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Priceless Joy where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words).
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November 11, 2015 at 12:49 pm
I like that the story can be expanded in so many directions, he could be a killer though with that car he would be identified easily or it could be a romantic story or so many other stories.
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November 11, 2015 at 3:05 pm
Oh wow Chioma… I certainly didn’t think of him as a killer but, yes, this one offers quite a few possibilities! Though, I’d prefer a love story.
Thanks for taking the time to read and to drop your comment. 🙂 🙂
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November 11, 2015 at 1:10 pm
Rain has a tendency to chase you in all kinds of places…even spray painted cars with flowers on top. I can picture her running up to the car with thoughts of staying dry, but no thoughts of staying away from a hippie car. 🙂
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November 11, 2015 at 4:13 pm
Haha. It’s either a ride on that hippie car or a dance under the pouring rain. Thanks for dropping by, Jessie! 🙂
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November 11, 2015 at 2:53 pm
Great story! I certainly hope that the man in the car’s someone who can be trusted, but I suppose the rain left Alexa little choice.
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November 11, 2015 at 4:14 pm
She definitely didn’t see that coming. Thank you, J.A! 🙂
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November 11, 2015 at 5:31 pm
Uh oh rain!!! Haha. So short but you have painted a complete picture. Though I would want to read more! 😀
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November 11, 2015 at 7:50 pm
Hahaha. Thanks for taking the time to read. 😀
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November 12, 2015 at 11:40 am
It was short and it’s great! I love short stories, more than long tales. 😀
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November 11, 2015 at 8:24 pm
LOL! At first she was too good to ride in that car but finally chose it rather than being rained on. These days, a woman doesn’t accept a ride from a stranger – much too dangerous! Great story Maria!
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November 12, 2015 at 11:33 am
Too dangerous, even if the man driving is sinfully gorgeous. 😀 But I guess rainy days are an exemption. Thanks PJ!
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November 12, 2015 at 12:07 pm
🙂
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November 13, 2015 at 12:10 am
Nice one, Maria. Loved the ending where the lady gets into the car 😀
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November 13, 2015 at 11:10 am
Thanks, Jahnavi. Glad you liked it 🙂
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November 14, 2015 at 9:00 am
Fate knows best! Your writing has a smooth, easy style to it, I like it!
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