The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Thursday morning, January 5th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Wednesday night, January 11th, 2017.
The Lancia hugged the curves, Chris at the wheel, Jay white-knuckled in the seat beside him.
“You’re going a bit fast,” Jay remarked, trying to sound normal.
Chris glanced down. “A hundred?”
“That’s thirty-five over the speed limit.”
Chris snorted. “Live a little.”
“It’s not the living I’m worried about, it’s the dying.” His glance slid to the guard rail and then back; thought he saw Chris smile. At least, he was smiling.
“You’ve had accidents before, remember.”
“I was going faster.”
Jay wasn’t sure if the depressive or manic phases scared him the most. Probably both in different ways. Time to change the subject.
“You ready for tomorrow?”
Tomorrow the entire band would return to the studio to prepare for the second leg of the tour.
Chris shrugged a shoulder. “Am I ready to be an asshole?”
“What? You? This kinder, gentler, you?”
Chris glanced over.
This time it was Jay who laughed. “You’re an asshole all the time, Mr. Crenshaw.”
The car started to slow
“Thanks,” they both said, at the same time.