Microfiction: Traffic Jam and Instant Retribution
Grandma’s Goulash graciously hosts Succinctly Yours, the wonderful meme for those of us addicted to microfiction. The trick is to write a story in 140 characters or less using the photo below as inspiration. To add to the challenge is the word of the week, “tribute.” My stories are below.
“Crawling commuter traffic: A tribute to insanity,” she ranted.
“Complaining commuters: The definition of irony,” her passenger noted.
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He cursed the traffic, rain and pokey drivers. He cursed the red light and sped through. After the semi T-boned him, he never cursed again.
Living in traffic-challenged Atlanta, the first microfiction is one I consider often. That I am a contributor to the problem, by virtue of my simple presence in the midst of it, never escapes me. Knowing this doesn’t prevent my whining about it, of course. Like most drivers, I wish everyone else would stay home, thereby enabling me to drive unimpeded to my destination.
As to the second—Just the other day a driver sped through a red turn signal. Our light was green, so traffic was already moving through the intersection. The driver who turned against the light missed being hit by a Hummer by a bare few inches. What in the world was so important that he would risk his life to get through that light? I suspect mere impatience. I hope he’s as lucky the next time he tempts fate and that no one is hurt by his foolishness.
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