He straightened from examining his ancient car engine as she approached. ‘Evening, ma’am. Can I help you?’
‘I’m a little lost. Is the road to Ashville around here?’
‘Sure is, you’re standing on it. You just follow it straight on ahead.’
Hilda looked perplexedly at the thick, untrammelled forest.
‘When you get to town tell the garage Bert needs a new carburettor.’
‘I sure will.’
‘And if you see my wife, ask her what’s taking her so long.’ The man smiled and turned back to his car.
Only then did she notice the gaping red hole where the back of his head should have been.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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