Scott looked through the rearview mirror of his beaten sedan at a woman-shaped figure he'd careened into moments ago.
Alive? Dead? Clinging to the last frayed threads?
He couldn’t worry about that.
His bosses would be happy.
The government would be satisfied.
The rebellion will not be televised…
She was a name on a list.
“Was”—the operative word.
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Needed to flex the writing muscles a little.
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By Everett Scaifeabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Good job on showing how a hit and run driver could feel when such a thing occurs.
I love the dehumanization of calling his victim a "woman-shaped figure." It felt very appropriate for a narrator who runs down names on a list.
This was awful in the best way. Well written. You really packed a huge punch into a small story. Great work!
The picture makes this even more haunting than it already is. This is gonna stick with me for a bit, I'm sure. Great job!
And did that list of names come from a file? Sorry, I still can't stop thinking about the Epstein files 😅😅
hmmm, not me overhear, planning a whole story on why the woman had to be ran down, whether she lives or dies, or why she's wearing a wedding dress....
You’ve been pretty quiet lately. Busy doing that “living” I hear so much about?