PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Steam bellowed from the busted radiator, as Susan paced the deserted highway.
A ratty old tow truck appeared in the distance. The driver rolled his window down, “Name’s Frank. Looks as if you have a bit of trouble. Hop in my truck, I’ll tow you to my garage and fix it.” She sensed something, but ignored her intuition and stepped inside.
Upon her entry, Susan noticed something odd. No seats, no dashboard, and worst of all, no floor. As she fell to her death, she disappeared into the oblivion.
“Another car for my collection” the Devil said, as he drove away.
This little tale of hospitality and horror is brought to you courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Click on the froggy for more intriguing tales based on the photo.
Never ride with the devil, especially if you can call your road service via your cell.
If only she had listened…
Is it too later for her to run away?
not easy running from oblivion
Just like in horror movies… they NEVER listen to their gut…
The guts are very vocal about proximity to the devil… beside there is that brimstone scent…
you noticed that too? I hate that smell
Loved it!
The devil would collect cars, a spot on unusual story
and souls
Evil… pure evil!
I had no idea the Devil collected cars. Good to know. :o)
he likes cars with a bit of Soul
Haha!
The Devil is in the details and the details, dear friend, are superb. Great writing.
Is this the modern way he collects souls, he used to have to exchange some good stuff in this life for the soul in the next. 🙂
It’s getting a little dark in there again. 😯 Good cautionary tale though. 🙂