Red Car, White Car, Brown Car, Green.

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Jamie looked at the road: endlessly long, featureless, boring. Like her life. She looked down at the river. Turbid. Like her head since her mother died.

She patted her jeans back-pocket; heard the crackle of the blister pack. She patted her purse, heavy with her father’s gun. She looked over the parapet.

Which way to go? Let the traffic decide.

Red for the gun. White for the sleeping tabs, prescribed, never taken. Brown for the river.

The next car was green.


Wordcount: 81

Written for What Pegman Saw

 

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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36 Responses to Red Car, White Car, Brown Car, Green.

  1. Dale says:

    Guess she best turn around then. None of these options were good for her.
    Good one, Crispina!

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  2. Violet Lentz says:

    Nice tight little write there Crispina!!! Oooo I love it!!!

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Joy Pixley says:

    Great twist at the end, leaving us wondering what fourth option she will take. I really like the title: it has a poetic rhythm to it, and it’s one of those titles that perfectly explains the story, but only makes sense after you’ve actually read the story.

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  4. I loved that – the last sentence, masterful!

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  5. Brian Bixby says:

    So, I’ve finally reach the “Crispina as flash fiction writer” posts. Isn’t it a weird felling, when you’re so used to writing sprawling stories? I find myself amazed when I can do it at all. And then, probably like you, I want to go in and expand it to include all sorts of things that should be said, backgrounds, explanations, psychology of the characters involved, what they ate on Tuesday, to say nothing of the dog.

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