Highway Woman

By Neel Anil Panicker

Albert never believed in the straight path.

Life for him never panned out that way. Always full of twists and turns, expecting the unexpected.

That’s how he had met Sara. Halfway down the steep decline, his hands on the steering, and the vehicle tottering down at scary speeds.

There she was, on the edge of the hairpin, a sprightly slip of a girl, waving an arm and more than a leg. Even in the dim, fading lights of the truck he could make out she was a dish with more twists and turns than the famed but tortuous Tirupati highway.

He flashed what he hoped was his best smile and the words thereafter, “Where to”?

She didn’t bother, instead, clambered up. And now, seated beside him, her body contours popping out of netted silk, she smelled of sandalwood and fresh jasmine and a million other dizzying aromas.

He felt a stirring in his loins.

Seconds later he felt the touch of hard metal.

‘Hands off the wheel. Get going or I’ll shoot through your eyes’

The steel in her voice said she meant business.

He watched them go___his truck, it’s ten tonne load of pure sandalwood, and his heart stuck in her cleavage.






WEEK #02

Your Photo Prompt for Week #02 – 2017

The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Thursday morning, January 5th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)

This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Wednesday night, January 11th, 2017.

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6 thoughts on “neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/fPP/07/01/2017

  1. Hitchhiking can be dangerous.

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    1. Yes, indeed. Thanks Rogershipp

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  2. Great story. Love the last line.

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