A short story for Sunday Scribblings 2 where our prompt is Free of traffic lights.
The road is free of traffic as I drive into the blackness leaving the lights of the city behind. But why is the road so empty? Why am I the only person here?
I should be in the next town by now, but I’m not. Where am I? What’s happening?
I’ll turn around and retrace my journey. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. Go back to the city and start again.
I’ve been driving for ages. I should be back in the city by now. But I’m not. Where am I?
My engine just spluttered. It’s stopping, I’m stopping. Oh no, the petrol gauge says empty. But I filled up before I left. How can it be?
I’ll have to walk. Where's my torch? It should be in here. Where is it? It's gone.
Where am I? It is so dark. Why can’t I hear my footsteps? What happened to the full moon that shone on me as I left? Why is it so quiet? Why so still? I’m cold, but I shouldn’t be. Why am I so cold?
Is there anybody there? Please, help me. Where am I? Where am I? Where.....