Monday Flash Fic: Encounter

The river was Gar’s favorite place to go when life was stressing him out, and after the fight he’d had with Amelia, he couldn’t wait to get away. He said goodbye to the cat–“Don’t make long distance calls while I’m away, and for chrissakes, no parties!”–and jumped in the truck. He brought with him a couple bottles of water, non-nutritious snack food, and the camera. He wasn’t good at photography yet, but he liked to pretend he was.

The river was moving fast today from a string of storms that had moved through the area recently. Jumping to the flat top of a big rock, he surveyed his surroundings.

Why not just stay here? he wondered. It was the perfect place to do nothing, think nothing. Give his brain a much-needed rest. Amelia’s accusations that he was an insensitive asshole still echoed in his head. 

11111047_1577428432505418_5272594546078344321_nHe lay down on the rock, stashed his things in the crook of his arm to keep them safe, and closed his eyes. It was his dream to one day be able to buy a place in his beloved mountains, but he’d have to save for many years before that happened. He frowned in recollection; yet another thing he and Amelia fought about constantly. She didn’t want to leave the city. She said she needed its distractions to more fully live her life.

He heard the wind moving through the trees and birds singing. Could there be anything more peaceful than this?  Amelia was nuts. This was the place to be, not the noisy, crowded city. The sun made him sleepy, and he drifted off.

It was someone speaking that woke him. “Hey there, pretty boy. Wakey, wakey.”

Something poked him in the cheek, and Gar glanced sideways to stare up the barrel of a rifle. His blood ran cold, and he tightened his bladder muscles in sudden fear.

Gar was looking at a man with long scraggly hair and an unkempt beard. His clothes were torn and dirty, and the stink that came off them, or the man wearing them, made him crinkle his nose.

The stranger smiled, revealing yellow teeth with one missing canine. “Welcome to my home. We’re gonna have ourselves a party.”


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22 Responses to Monday Flash Fic: Encounter

  1. Helena Stone says:

    Oh wow, talk about leaving your readers hanging. That could go anywhere and my imagination may just have gone into overdrive. Nice one 🙂

  2. Watching Deliverance again? I loved the parting words to the cat. Nice touch.

  3. You did go dark. Very well done though.

  4. Lindsaysf says:

    Yikes! Are you going to torture us by stopping there?

  5. Allison says:

    Monday morning is not the time to be reading this. 😀 Well done!

  6. Patricia says:

    You’re just mean, Theo, but why am I chuckling? Great end to the story, unexpected!

  7. KateLS says:

    Why am I suddenly hearing the soundtrack to Deliverance? OMG, this is so good, and so terrifying.

    • 🙂 I honestly was not thinking about Deliverance when I wrote it. But I knew I wanted something dark, and I wanted to leave it open-ended. What happened next? Did he get away, was he raped, WHAT?

      I left it up to the reader to decide.

  8. valjo44 says:

    I’m sure no one would tell if you wanted to “flash” somewhere else…… ending I mean😊

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