This week flash fiction challenge at Chuck Wendig – terribleminds was max.1000 words using Random Plot Generator. My plot was:
The story starts when your protagonist take the wrong road.
Another character is a surgeon who loves poetry.
Here my 998 words’ Story, it can be ameliorated, but I hope you’ll enjoy reading
I was driving on the main road when suddenly my mug fell on the car’s carpet, it must have been there when trying to take it and limit the damage of my friend’s grampa old car, I also dropped down the map and took the wrong turn. Why my sister decided to marry in that lost place? Maybe she needed adventure but I didn’t, my life was already adventurous enough between unpaid jobs, unpaid bills unpaid love. She could at least have sent us a flying ticket, she wanted to marry in no man’s land and we were supposed to get there just to please her. Shit, I hope I didn’t have to clean the car, maybe Joy’s grampa was too old to notice the dark stain on the gray and dusty carpet. Trees were surrounding me and it was getting dark, maybe this was the right way, maybe for once I was lucky, I looked around trying to find a spot to halt and check the map, but the trees and bushes were blocking the sides of the road, and even if nobody was around I was too scared to stop in the middle of the street.
You that inspire poets’ love
You that beat life …
The shriveled up paper flew in the air and joined the others on the marble floor. Come on John! He stood up, and holding his arms behind the back he looked over the window, it was now more than a week that he couldn’t get any inspiration, he pinched his lips together and clenched his hands around his arms, he needed a solution, he needed to write, he was so blocked that his throat close up and his chest became tight.
“Come in” he answered to the gentle knock at the door
“Doctor Chew, I’m sorry to disturb, but I think miss Rose needs some medications”
“Did she wake up already?”
“Yes, Ten minutes ago, and she is complaining about pain”
“I’ll be there in a minute”
The door closed and John looked over the window again. Crap all those old women who wanted to be young again and complain about pain, what do they think? There is no fountain of youth and no miracles.
Fuck that road was so long, and I needed to pee, not a house, a gas station, I couldn’t even u-turn, where was I going? I prayed to be on the right way, when I would be there I would tell her, this wasn’t fair, it had always been like this, all what the princess wanted she had to have it, I hate her, I hate all my family and I hate this fucking road. I turned the radio louder to cover my roiling stomach and grabbed a cookie from my bag, I wasn’t hungry, I squinted my burning eyes, it was dark now and I just wanted to arrive. The yellowish headlights where my only light, my foot automatically released the pressure from the accelerator, in the rear-view mirror the black, the absolute darkness, the nothing, I licked my lips, took the rest of my cold coffee and swallowed a bit to relieve my dried mouth, my face grimaced at the bitter taste, I could have let it on the floor it was disgusting, two green balls suddenly appeared in front of me, I immediately pulled the brake and stop the car. An animal, it disappeared somewhere in the darkness where he had come from. My heart beat was going so fast that I thought It was exploding, with my legs still shacking I slowly accelerate.
“Oh, good evening doctor”
“The intervention was a real success, I’ll check the bends tomorrow”
“ Doctor, I have terribly pain”
“That’s normal, I’ll give you a painkiller”he turned to the nurse “give her something to let her rest this night”
He walked back to his office, closed the door and sat on the armchair.
Finally a light, something there, a big manor, the gate was open, I was relieved, I could ask directions or at lest turn back, a shiver came down my knees thinking of driving back to that road again. I rang the bell, there was no name on it, a gold plate which I couldn’t read because of the darkness and two big vases were decorating the entrance. A young lady opened the door:
“Hello, I’m sorry but it’s late for visiting”
“I’m sorry I’m lost, I ‘m supposed to go to Saint Chapell, but I think I took the wrong direction”
“Oh, Yes, you’re at the Private Gold Island Clinic, you have to take the road back and then turn right at the crossing, you’ll have at least four hour driving.”
I looked at what I supposed was a nurse, and I desperately felt exhausted, drive back in that darkness for hours?
“Who’s there?” a voice came behind
“Oh, doctor Chew, is nothing a young lady is lost and I’m explaining her way back”
“Hi” I tiredly say to that pepper colored hair man,
“It’s really late, if you want you can spend the night, we don’t usually do mercy but you seem very tired” he coldly said with a subtle glimmer in his eyes.
I needed sleep “Thank you, I promise you won’t notice me and I’ll be gone with the rising sun”.
When I opened my eyes I felt worse, my vision was blurred, I could see numbers of jars filled with liquid and different sunken organs. I tried to focus, I could see dusty cupboards, old books and a feeble light coming from a desk on the side of the room. My hands were prickling, I could not feel my legs, my neck was blocked, I couldn’t move, but I could hear and see his walking shape through the jars’ liquids,
You noble organ….”