A blog where Stephanie M. Belser test-drives her fictional stories.
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"stall, spin, crash & burn".

Wednesday, June 29, 2011


(Flash fiction challenge)

Frank sat in the car in a parking lot that was on the opposite side of the street and a hundred feet or so down the street from the target. The car was a nondescript silver Chevy sedan. Frank would have preferred a darker colored car, but even he had to admit that with every third car on the street being painted silver, the reasoning behind choosing this car was sound.

“Why we hitting this place?” The question came from Evan, the wheelman.