The Back Seat

The Back Seat

A Story by H.L. Pauff
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A little piece I did for #5MinuteFiction. The prompt was to start the story using the phrase "I climbed into the back seat beside..."

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I climbed into the back seat beside the dead pig. The smell was horrific and unlike anything I had ever smelled before. Keeping my nose close to the cracked window was all I could do to keep myself from vomiting. Bits and pieces of flesh fell off pig’s face as Dill made sharp turns.

 

“Why is he buckled in?” I asked Dill.

 

“Safety first,” he replied.

 

When he called and asked for my help moving something, I imagined a heavy dresser, a couch or perhaps a big screen TV. This was the last thing I expected, but it wasn’t the first time Dill had surprised me. Once he asked me if I wanted to go bowling and I ended up hiding in a dumpster caught in the crossfire of two Mexican gangs. Another time he asked me to help paint a room and I woke up in the hospital with two broken arms.

 

“Dill…should I even…”

 

“No, you shouldn’t ask,” he said as the sound of police sirens blared behind us.

© 2012 H.L. Pauff


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This is funny. And it leaves the end wide open.

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Added on August 12, 2012
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