Maisie smacked her head against the window as the car rocked down the main street.

‘Thought they just fixed these potholes? Didn’t do a very good job.’

‘Maisie.’

‘Every year this road gets worse.’

‘Maisie.’

‘Cracks turn to massive holes in the road.’

‘Maisie. Stop and look.’

‘We end up with tyres blown out.’

‘Maisie, what am I pointing at?’

‘And then the suspension will go.’

‘For the love of God, Maisie, look at the road.’

‘There’s no need for that tone. Why have you stopped?’

‘Because of the rhinoceros.’

‘Because of the what?’ Maisie turned her head from Harry to the windscreen.

‘I think it’s going to charge.’ Harry put the car into reverse and started a creeping retreat.

The rhino lowered it’s head, took two steps and then picked up speed.

‘Floor it!’ screamed Maisie.

Harry did, spinning down a side street as the rhino hurtled passed.

‘Lucky escape,’ Maisie sighed.

Thud. The car lurched and tilted. They heard the rubber tyre flapping.

‘Think we hit a pothole,’ Harry said.

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

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