Shit, why is this happening today! Not today.
Gerry’s heart palpitates as he stares at the nightmare in front of him. Complete urban gridlock.
“Should’ve taken the last turnoff,” he mutters.
“Too late. Honk your horn Hon. Do .Some. Thing. Aaaaaooowwwww.”
Gerry listens to his wife gasp the hee hee hee ho breaths.
“Hold on Elsie! We’re not having our baby in this car.”
He spins the tires hard right and gases it, taking out the back bumper of the car in front of them. If they can drive along sidewalks in the movies then so can he!
Looks like it was another flash fiction weekend for me.
I wrote this story in response to September 23, 2015 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge: In 99 words (no more, no less) declare an intention in a story.