The flashback was bad… really bad.
Screaming metal… the awful slamming stop. The impact of steering wheel… being trapped within smoking metal… Like I said, it was bad.
Nothing so welcome as the icy piece of heaven on earth. The rich, smooth, sugary confection sliding down a throat parched from screaming. The sweet welcome of calm that slowly melts the knot of fear still clutching at my chest. Ah, it is what it is, and what it is, is divine!
As bad as the flashback was, the ice cream was even better.
This short little fiction is written for Friday Fictioneer ‘s , a 100 word writing challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. A hearty thank you to Na’ama Yehuda for this week’s photo. If you would like to read more short fictions, or am in a mood to participate, then please, follow the link and come to join us around the table. We’d love to have you!