Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
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. I can’t hear my footsteps? Where’s the moon gone? Why’s it so quiet? Why so still? I’m cold. I am so cold.
Is there anybody there? Please, help me. Where am I? Where am I...?