Flash Fiction #50 – Crashing Into You



“You’re that asshole,” said Jan. 

“You’re that bitch,” said Stu. 

They raced to be the first to their car. 

Stu won. 

Jan tripped on her bridesmaid dress. 


Both cars screeched as they reached the exit at the same time. 

Jan panted; Stu seethed.

How could they have flirted with the enemy? 

This was the douche 

who had cut them off in traffic 

that one day. 


Both motioned for the other to exit first; 

they didn’t want to make a scene. 

Neither moved. 


All the wedding guests 

came out of the church 

when they heard the crash.

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