Written for the August 30th Flash Fiction Challenge
Beneath the quiet, dormant wheels
Of this sharp, sleek, motionless luxury automobile
The motorway lies still, inert and unmoving despite my serious objections. Roll up the windows then,
The heat is relentless and the malodourous exhaust fumes of a thousand cars
Lingers and mingles languidly with the
Ether that surrounds us.
Needless to say, we should take the next available
Exit, we should find a relaxing spot to picnic; or a back road we might use as an alternative – a means to
Circumnavigate this bottleneck, else we won’t be home before
Kwanzaa, and it’s not yet Guy Fawkes Night.
The prompt and instructions were:
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a bottleneck. You can be literal or use the term to describe congestion. Go where the prompt leads.