The incessant knocking seems to be coming from nearby. Knock knock knock.Shut up, I want to scream but I feel too tired to do so. What should one do to get some sleep ’round here? Knock knock knock, the knocking continues. “Mister, can you hear me?” A voice speaks urgently. Shut the F-up! I shout, mentally censoring myself but only a moan comes out. “Hello, 911, I need an ambulance. There was an accident on Highway 12.”
An accident? What’s he talking about? I’m at home, in my bed, tucked nice and tight, asleep.
“I don’t know what happened, officer,” he says, “one minute I was driving home and the next, I saw this guy swerving the car left and right. I slowed down, of course. Always keep your distance when it comes to drunk drivers, am I right?” He chuckles nervously. “Next thing I knew, he went off the road and plowed right into the tree.”
The officer sighs, “Well, for one thing, he’s not drunk. He’s drowsy and secondly, he’s now in a coma.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.