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.