November 21, 2004

Stifle a cheat: 50+ Word Fic

With her breast plastered against the steering wheel, her ears unfazed by the horn blaring behind her, she saw him in their new car with his new blond, smiling at her going the opposite direction. Her light was green. Yeah, she knew it, but nothing at that moment, not even the shame of the horn-happy yuppie, could make her foot move to the gas pedal. She closed her eyes, felt his hand linger on her shoulder, then gassed her car into his.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at November 21, 2004 12:22 AM
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Conjures bad memories and aches my *hopefully* fading whiplash.

Anything hidden behind this one? You didn't rear-end anyone, I hope...

Despite all that, it's nice to see you post something non-academic, dear :)

Posted by: Karissa at November 21, 2004 8:20 PM

No, no biographical meaning behind this one. I could just imagine if I wrote something involving murder. :-D

Just stretching my creative muscles a different way.

Posted by: Amanda at November 21, 2004 11:07 PM
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