Flash Fiction: 3, 2, 1…
Untitled. From Emmett, 1984/2010 © Ron Jude
Image by Ron Jude
Written by Emma Elizabeth Mathes
Strapped in the car, Adam felt like an idiot. He rolled his eyes at his own big, fragile ego. How he always found himself in these situations never ceased to bother him. He was always locking-in to something dangerous, led by the hope of winning.
His uncle didn’t know he’d borrowed his prized car, the one he spent every Saturday polishing. And Adam could only cringe to think about what would happen if he wrecked it.
The car next to him revved it’s engine, waking Adam from his thoughts. It was almost time; whatever would happen after “Go” would happen soon. So he prayed, “Lord, please don’t let me fuck up Jimmy’s car.” Then Adam released the brake.
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