Alastair, a talented photographer and writer has started a new fiction group that meets weekly to pen 150 words based on the photo.  Check out this weeks offering and submit one of your own HERE.

04-04-april-21st-2013

She woke, realizing the man at the wheel was a whack-a-doodle who had flattered her into his car during oldies night at the diner.

“You are the passenger we’ve been waiting for”, he had crooned.

The last thing she remembered, was caressing the leather seat, then she woke, clad in an unfamiliar dress, in a strange car that was careening backwards down I-71.

“Stop! What the hell are you doing?” She shouted.

“Fulfilling our destiny!” He crowed.

“Let me out, NOW!” she screamed.

“No can do buckaroo, we’re going back baby. We’ll be young and you’ll be my woman!”

“Stop this car you freak! NOW!”

The first thing she noticed were the age spots disappearing  from her hands. Then came the lack of pain and the auburn hair she hadn’t seen in thirty years. Somehow he was rolling back the clock.

She stared at his morphing hands as he backed through traffic.  She didn’t want to go back, she wanted this life, the one she earned and all the wisdom and experience that came with it. Grabbing the wheel, she screamed as the car rolled. Her last thought as they loaded her into the ambulance, was how to explain her youthful hair. Small matter, at least she was still here.

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  1. […] Alastair’s Photo Fiction 4/21/13 (musingsfromtheturnippatch.wordpress.com) […]

  2. Alastair says:

    Wow. I love that. An excellent time machine 😀

  3. That is cool. I wouldn’t mind going back if I could keep all the wisdom. Good story.

  4. Sarah Ann says:

    Very clever idea, well told. Hope she crashed the car at a good moment.

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