It was half past two in the morning when I left the bar. I staggered to my car, opened the door with the clicker and got in. I put the key into the ignition and the engine roared to life, there was a loud BANG and the car exploded.
I managed to get out with the flames kissing my butt. I ran and dove behind a woodpile next to a three story apartment house. After all this noise and flames one would expect people to look out their windows or gather in the street. No sign of life anywhere, except for myself sitting behind the woodpile, the streets were all deserted…?
by Ellynore Seybold-Smith
Write On the Edge 