I’ve ignored the check engine light for weeks. Until now. The car stalled on me while driving down the highway in a rural part of Pennsylvania. It was early morning and a long wait for a tow truck to assist me.
My useless Ford died across from a giant fenced in field. I admired the dense fog that rolled across the grassy area but took my attention to my smartphone to pass the time.
What seemed like moments later, there was a shout followed by a cluster of what sounded like firecrackers. I checked my mirrors: no tow truck. A barrage of gunfire rippled out again. Screams filled the air.
I stared into the fog. A blackened figure formed. A man. A soldier with a musket and bayonet. He reached out as voices cried in agony. I gripped the car door in terror.
A hand slapped my window with a knock. I jolted back. It was the tow truck driver. I slowly pushed the car open while looking past him. The figures were all gone.
WITHIN THE FOG is my submission to the weekly writing challenge by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/09/03/fffaw-challenge-181st/). This week’s photo prompt was provided by Jodi McKinney. The goal of the prompt is to write a story based on the photo. The story must be 75 to 175-words. This story’s word count: 175 words.
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