Out of Gas – Flash Fiction/Prosery

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Out of Gas

It was already dark as he closed the car door, thankful for the red moon to light his way down the road.  How stupid to run out of gas, tonight of all nights.  Angry with himself for not checking.

This was unfamiliar territory but he knew the road followed the river for miles.  Coming to a crossroads he stopped momentarily. He felt a chill in the air and heard a moan like an autumn wind high in the
lonesome treetops.  The strange noise made him shiver. He was cold, having forgotten to bring a jacket, and the hair on the back of his neck was standing to attention. He moved on.

Feeling a presence, he halted turning quickly, but no one was there.  Looking around cautiously he resumed his walk. It was then he felt the blow to his head and everything went black.

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Lillian is hosting D’Verse Poets Pub tonigh
and the challenge is Prosery (not poetry)
A short story of exactly 144 words excluding
the title and we are to use one of the
following lines from Carl Sandburg’s
poem Jazz Fantasia

"Moan like an autumn wind high in the
lonesome treetops" OR choose 2) "a red
moon rides on the humps of the low
river hills". 

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Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

32 thoughts on “Out of Gas – Flash Fiction/Prosery”

  5. I could feel the hairs on MY neck stand up with a chill. Very vivid and descriptive details in your writing. I enjoyed reading this, especially with the imagery. Excellence.

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    1. Coming from you Darnell that s a huge compliment which I will take greedily ☺️ Thank you so much! 🙂💕

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  7. oooooh you went to the dark side for this one! I am right with this person….walking….listening….cold….and then the ending. The literal ending. Well done!

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    1. Thanks Lillian! Perhaps I watch too many dark movies 😳 Fun prompt and I loved the two lines you shared. So beautiful I wanted to write poetry so its nice to get outside of the comfort zone. ☺️💕

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    2. Lillian, I realized I had mistakenly used an assortment of both prompts! It was not intentional but I was tired when I did this last night so I apologize. I corrected it and kept to the 144 words. 😳😕

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  11. Such mystery! From the beginning, it would seem the threat existed before the walk. Is there resolution, or is the last scene the end of a tragic tale? The world wants to know!

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    1. Haha! I always have this problem with prosery. I just can’t seem to come up with an ending in 144 words so I leave it with a cliffhanger 😕. Maybe I should have put a note saying ‘To be continued’ and give it an ending in the next prosery challenge! 🤣. Or maybe begin a serial and before you know if I’ll have a short story 👍🙄

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  13. Ha! I’m wondering if like me you’ve been listening to True Crime Podcasts during the lockdown? I havent tried the 144 words for a long time. In the group I used to belong to we had 150 words.

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    1. Then please join us at D’Verse the next time! Monday is Prosery challenge usually once a month I think. Yes I do like crime drama 🙂

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