Flash Fiction: Intrusive Thought
© Julia Nimke
Image by Julia Nimke
Written by Emma Elizabeth Mathes
Photo Edited by Lucia Luzzani
I had been driving for 12 hours. And I wasn’t sure where I was, or where I was going. I just knew that I couldn’t stop.
A bucket of chicken wings on my passenger’s seat served as my breakfast, lunch, mid-day snack, and soon-to-be dinner.
Then came a bridge—a beautiful one, over a valley forest. And with no recognizable landmark before or behind me, I felt the impulse to swerve off course. How bad could that be? To stop it all right now when my eyes are feasting on the scenery.
Instead, I grabbed another chicken wing. I was probably just hungry.
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