I haven’t visited Friday Fictioneers for a while…for longer than I can remember ever not visiting. Here is my effort. Many thanks to Rochelle.
The car abandoned, we charge to the underpass where it’s safe.
“No!” Neil drags me farther to a manhole. I look from him to the steel, consider my various neuroses, and shake my head.
He yanks up the cover and gestures for me to go down.
I peer into darkness; the roaring winds like an oncoming locomotive, send me downwards.
He switches his cell to flashlight. I gasp air. He chuckles.
We’re safe. The animal roars above, a demon, aching for dessert.
He flicks his screen. “Make it with You” plays, a song he despises, but I love.