Nothing

I wasn’t participating when this photo prompt first appeared, but I am now! Thanks Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. I wish I'd found this site three years ago!

picture: ron pruitt 

Our packed coach winds its way along the mountain pass.

We enter a tunnel. One by one, the lights flicker out. The chattering passengers fall silent. The thrum of the engine fades away.  

Darkness, silence. Total darkness, total silence.

We emerge from the tunnel. I am alone. Alone but for the driver. I speak. He turns to face me. His white face featureless, blank. He takes his hands from the wheel as we approached a bend.

We fall, down, down, tumbling into a rocky ravine. I feel nothing.

I look down from above. I hear cries, I see smoke. There is nothing I can do.

Nothing.

. .