An Air of Desire

Sunday Photo Fiction - two wrecked cars on a carrier

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (~200 words) based on a photo prompt (above) provided by Alastair Forbes. Click the pic for his site and find more stories you’ll enjoy!

Despite her rolled-up windows, Susan could feel herself getting asphyxiated by exhaust fumes. To be fair, she couldn’t determine if her sleepiness was solely from carbon monoxide. While traffic hadn’t moved in thirty minutes, her second job as an overnight waitress at a Waffle Shack kept her on her feet all night and left her dog-tired.

The job interview at the end of this traffic jam was her golden ticket using the degree she made a payment towards almost every month. This single job paid twice what she made at her two crappy jobs. They could get an apartment without gunshots and slimy “balloons” in the parking lot. She still couldn’t believe her oldest wanted to blow one up.

The last of her pre-paid minutes were spent holding for human resources without ever reaching them. Calling off sick for this was a gamble that now felt like a mistake.

In tears, she turned the radio knob for free entertainment and laughter filled her car. The “morning show” crew had lost their minds over some guy using a blow-up doll to slip into the carpool lanes. One thing must have led to another because as he merged back into traffic downtown, eyewitnesses only saw the driver in the car prior to the ten-car pileup he caused.

She had to laugh.




An Air of Desire — 11 Comments

  1. LOL! I can imagine that using a blow up doll to get into the carpool lanes would cause some car pileups. Haha! I can just see this doll at the driver’s seat and the second look from the other drivers. Great story!

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