Flash Fiction: Hitch
I was driving home last nite and I saw a hitch hiker. I wondered what had happened to this man that he had no car. Was it broken down? Was he homeless? Was he on the run?
When I was younger there was a story called “The Hook” and it was scary. It had to do with two teens out in the dark and they hear a news alert about a prison break. This story kind of has that feel and I hope you like it.
“Hey mister, you need a ride?”
“Man it is pouring out there you’re lucky I saw you. Most folks don’t come this way.”
“Wow headed to New York? I always wanted to go there. Make it big time ya know? “
“Hey so where you from?”
“Oh I just saw on the news about that family. So sad. Did you know them?”
“Yea I cannot believe it happened like that. Just not natural. If they were church folk things might have been different.”
“Oh he went to church regularly? Still a shame. You think you know a guy then he goes and does something horrible like that.”
“Hey do you know if the police caught him? Oh wait there is a news update. I like listening to the news.
Radio – “Be on watch, this man is a fugitive and is considered armed and dangerous. He is carrying a handgun and may be on foot. Do not pick up anyone on the road. He is wanted for the murder of his family and if you see something call 9 – “
“He-hey, what was that for?”
“What do you mean pull over? Look I will take you to the gas station but I really think you should leave.”
“Yo what are you doing? What is tha – Oh my God it’s you!”
“No stop, please, take my car. I will stay quiet I promise.”
“Don’t I have a pregnant wife at home. No, Stop don’t shoot!”
- Flash Fiction: The Belltower (jenniferjrandolph.wordpress.com)