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For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction.
Come, enjoy a Snickers.
Here’s my contribution:
The motel was called Super 8. Charlotte thought how apropos that name as she surveilled the vehicles in the lot below.
They were all driverless, quiet, yet she couldn’t shake the eerie feeling of being watched. They had been trapped here a week, no cell service, no wi-fi, a single Snickers remaining.
As Charlotte walked to 306 to check on Billy the Suburban began to purr, gravel crunched softly as the wheels tracked.
Would help come?
Billy and his bag were gone. From below, Charlotte heard crunching again as Billy broke across the lot.
The vehicles roared to life.