Karma, #99-Word Story

Posted on by Colleen M. Chesebro

The Carrot Ranch August 28, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features a red convertible.

Who is driving or riding? Where is the car going? Maybe it isn’t even a car.

Have fun and go where the prompt leads! Rules HERE.

Submit by September 3, 2022.

Shadows patterned the tree-lined road into the boneyard. I stood at the entrance, confused at how I’d arrived there.

The last thing I remembered was holding a gun. I shook my head. My memories had vanished like smoke in the wind. A cold lump twisted in my gut.

I paused when I heard a car approach. A red convertible turned into the driveway entrance and stopped. From the radio, Polka music blared, hurting my ears.

Breaking news abruptly interrupted the song. “The Ridgeway killer is dead.”

The door swung open. “Get in,” Satan purred. “I’m your ride to damnation.”

© Colleen M. Chesebro

60 thoughts on “Karma, #99-Word Story”

  14. I’m hoping like the play ‘Damn Yankee’s’ that damnation isn’t where ‘YOU’ (in the story has to go). There are a few times – at least in fiction, where Satan doesn’t win. 😉

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