Long time it’s been, long time since I submitted a flash fiction story for your approbation. These short-shorts are to ordinary fiction as Tik Tok is to NPR podcasts. The goal is to relate a story in a minimum of words.
Bonus: Flash fiction might require the reader to exercise imagination, which can be all the better.
Today’s crime story was sparked by Jim Winter’s “Hi, This is Uber” post quite some time ago. The idea taxied into my brain and I parked it in my brilliant notions file. Recently, I dusted it off, slipped it in the queue, and, as Rod Serling used to say, submit it for your approval.
Enjoy. Thanks for the inspiration, Jim.
The Ryde
by Leigh Lundin
I drive for Ryde. Late last night in the pouring rain, I picked up a hitchhiker. Shaking out his umbrella, he said, “Are you afraid giving a lift to a serial killer?” I bellowed a laugh. “What are the chances? Two serial killers meeting like this.” I’m afraid his heart wasn’t in it. But I love the many, many opportunities driving for Ryde. |
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