Deji (Nigeria) published:
PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2017
Driving into a tree was supposed to inspire a descriptive prowess in him. He scribbled something on the airbag with pale blue ink and nose blood, but none of the words belonged in any letter, he knew.
For a lucky bastard like Marty, setbacks like this never became setbacks. They would float around his stomach with a freshly* concocted blend of ethanol and things, and it wouldn't matter whose car he had run into what this time.
over 3 years ago