auto-aftermathPHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


“Come back!”, he shouted, as she whisked away in her car.

Anne’s swollen eyes bled a few more tears.

He dialed her number.

Her fingers  trembled as she lifted her singing phone.

“Baby, please! Sorry!”, he begged. Her vision blurred further. “I just wanna get away from you, from everything”, she said.

He heard a loud explosion on the other end. “ANNE!”.

A speeding truck had let her world spiral out of control. “Death”, she thought as her car headed towards a tree.

Anne lay there, limp, holding her phone. “I still love you“, she whispered. And all went blank.


Yuhu’s Corner:

This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.

Here are a couple of my favorite stories from last week. I’m sure you’ll love them. Check them out:

  1. A lovely story about unhealed memories by Liz young- GHOSTS OF WAR
  2. A gripping tale by Barbed Words- Another One Bites the Dust…Worst Honeymoon Ever

48 thoughts on “The last minute change of mind

  1. The perils of using a mobile (cell? Don’t know where you’re based) phone whilst in control of a moving vehicle. But, anyway, I hope she’s just bumped her head and will be able to continue on her journey…away from him if he was the one who gave her that swollen eye!

    Thank you so much for the shout out, you’re very kind 🙂

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  2. Her name is Anne… Hmm, I once had my car’s side mirrors dangling like they’re bungee jumping. It was after a car chase, with me and a boyfriend/ex, culminated in their property. I’m a darned good driver so he couldn’t lose me. I was the crazy one chasing. Ha-ha! He closed the motorized gate on me/my car. I needed that to get over the whole relationship. Two weeks later, when he asked to see me, I felt nothing. We eventually became friends/friendly with each other.

    One shouldn’t talk on the phone while driving. We pay a R500 fine when caught. She should have talked via the car’s bluetooth. I hope she survived. And then, hopefully, she was also over him after two weeks. 🙂

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    1. Wow! You write so well, Anne. You should write stories too. What he did was cruel but I guess we need that smack in the head to wake up. I do agree that there must be such fines to stop people from speaking on the phone while driving, Let’s hope she survived. Thanks a lot for sharing your adventure, Cheers! I By the way, I name my female character, Anne, most of the times. I love that name. Anne is also one of my favorite character from ‘The Famous Five’ series.

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      1. Thank you so much. 🤗 Ooh, that love affair was a crazy one. I must write about all the men I loved before. Haha!
        I like Anne, too. I’m really Anna but prefer Anne. Oh, Famous Five. I remember. I was an Enid Blyton Secret Seven girl. 😆
        I have started writing fiction again. And some poetry. This whole blogging thing is really great and the WP community is awesome. Thank you so much for being a part of mine. 💖🤗

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        1. Oh! Anna, is it? Alright. I love secret seven too. You’re right, I find it amazing how blogging brings out one’s creativity. I’m glad to have come across your wonderful blog. You should write more of your adventures. 🙂


      1. Hey, no, it didn’t annoy me. I was more like heartbroken. Ive been reading and writing a lot of weepy stuff lately and this happened to hut that same spot. But that means you’re a fantastic writer ☺️

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