And Then

Suspense flash fiction

And Then
Scott Connelly

I am driving my car. It is late at night, with a moonless sky. The highway is straight and long; it is monotonous. There is nothing to see out of the windows. And then…
I am driving my car. The radio is not on; there is nothing interesting to listen to anyway. And then…
I am in my car, and I am alone. The seat is empty beside me. And then…
I look in my rearview mirror. There are no cars; there is nothing behind me. And then…
I look in my rearview mirror, and see a man sitting in the seat behind me. He is holding a shotgun. He is pointing it at the back of my head. I hear him pull back the hammer, and then

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