This week's Tuesday's Tales promt is CHASE
He’d imagined it. He was living a dream, no a nightmare. He hadn’t come home to find the place locked down against him. He hadn’t gone to his sister’s flat for a so-called holiday, and hadn’t found his life under threat. There was no car following him, no car chasing him, no car… Shit!
Shoving the accelerator flat to the floor, Jeff gunned the engine and swerved round the bend that appeared in front of him almost before he’d had time to recognise it.
Forget the car behind him, the lights that seemed to grow bigger and brighter with each second, just focus on the road ahead, and look for a turn-off somewhere, somehow.
Less than twenty-four hours ago, his life seems dull, if not completely flat until some idiot stranger burst into his flat, brandished a gun in his direction and told him to move his arse if he wanted to live beyond the end of the day.
He’d wanted to challenge the man, to protest about his intrusion; instead he found himself caught by the wrist and hauled out onto the escape ladder and down to the ground before he got his brain into gear.
“What the hell’s going on?” he’d gasped, while trying to free his arm from the stranger’s lethal grip.
The next time his sister offered to let him spend his holiday with her, he’d remember to refuse. And where was she anyway? He’d been at the flat for two days and she’d never turned up. Then less than an hour after he’d made what seemed like a billion calls to family and friends turned up nothing, he’d reported her missing a stranger burst into the place and hauled him out, bundled him into his car and told him to move his arse and go home.
Home! That was a good one! He no longer had a home, Jillian had seen to that. While he’d been away at the latest exhibition she’d installed her latest lover in their home and thrown all his belongings into the garage and locked the connecting door from there to the house.
And to cap it all, she’d taped the divorce papers to the door!
Now, a car-full of gun-slinging idiots were chasing him from one side of the State to the other.
Only his primal instinct for survival was keeping him alive so far.
10 comments:
Oh how I loved this one Sherry. Throwing his clothes out and taping the divorce papers to the door...now that is awesome.
Wow, lots of action in this piece. I'm surprised she put his things in the garage. She means business.
Wow! This is wonderful! I'm totally sucked in and need to know why those goons are chasing him and how he's going to give them the slip. It's like the beginning of a movie, Sherry. Beautifully done!
Thanks Karen, unlike some of the others, this one is starting to 'bubble' with possibilites. Glad it worked for you.
Carolyn thanks for your comments, they've set the pot of ideas and possibilituies bubbling. Thanks a bunch :-)
Thanks Jean. I think this one has potential and is not a dead-ender like some others I;ve tried. Glad you like this one.
Such wonderful descriptions-the car approaching the curve, the man in the appartment and the papers taped to the door.
A lot packed into a small space and so perfectly done
:-) Thanks for your kind words, Lindsay.
Riveting scene with a lot of tension. Loved the hook at the end.
Catherine
:-) Thanks for your kind words,Cathy. Glad the hook works for you.
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