Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kathleen McCluskey @KathleenMcClus4 @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

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Image_04_Sept2021The Car
by Kathleen McCluskey

I remember my beloved, Michael and how we would enjoy the open road. Having the wind rushing on me with the top down was what I looked forward to on Saturdays. The many sunsets we would watch were awe inspiring. The star gazing nights filled me with a sense of purpose. Now he is just a memory, the crazed man with a knife changed my destiny forever.
   Parked in our usual spot on the overlook that had a spectacular view of the mountains, we listened to music and anticipated the joy of the sunset. We waited for the sky to turn the beautiful blended colors of apricot and crimson. Our peaceful bliss was interrupted when my Michael was violently taken.
   An old, run down pickup truck parked beside us. Michael was trying to fix the rag top when the hunch backed man attacked from behind. He grabbed Michael; one hand over his mouth and the other held a very large knife at Michael’s back. I could only watch in horror as he repeatedly stabbed him in the lower back. He fell in a heap. The dirty, disfigured man lifted him and threw him in the back of the truck. I was to never see him again.
   Now I sit, alone. The seasons change and still I sit, alone and waiting. All I can do is think about the good times and Michael. My beloved will never again be with me. I can feel myself rotting on the inside and the outside. Vines from trees long forgotten by landscapers weave their way through my windows and into the seats. I’ve already lost one of my mirrors and rust has overtaken my drive shaft. My only joy comes when the robins return to nest in my once magnificent glove box. My existence is a mere shadow of what it once was. I excitedly anticipate when all of my parts return to nature and I can finally rid myself of this loss. I will see my beloved once again.
Fiction © Copyright Kathleen McCluskey
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More from Kathleen McCluskey:

The Long Fall: Book 1: The Inception of Horror

Lucifer always cunning and intelligent challenges father to a battle of wits. Being the angel of light he casts a judgmental eye upon mankind. He begins a war with his fellow archangels and God. Michael, along with his siblings defend their home and mankind from their deranged brother. Broad swords and hand to hand combat drench heaven in blood. The four apocalyptic steeds are released, each having their own destructive power. Betrayal and lust are at biblical levels. Understand the very creation of evil and the consequences that transpire in the first of THE LONG FALL series.

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About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old grave yards. Nina is a co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, a co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', founder and administrator of the Ladies of Horror Picture-prompt Monthly Writing Challenge, and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography.
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3 Responses to Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kathleen McCluskey @KathleenMcClus4 @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

  1. afstewart says:

    Very cool, and I loved the twist.

  2. I never thought I could be so moved by the plight of an old car – great writing.

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