I'm trying something new. I'm going to write around 500 words based on a story prompt each week. This week's prompt was "broken down car."
“Unfreakingbelievable,” Mary muttered as her car died on a gravel road. “Of course my car dies on a deserted road, in the middle of the night.” She sat in the car for a few minutes, trying to decide what to do. She’d left her parents’ new house ten minutes ago. She checked her cell phone—no signal. Of course.
“Screw it. I’m not spending the night here.” She got out of the car and slammed the door. It might take a while, but she’d walk back to her parents’ house. She’d grown up in the middle of nowhere. A walk after dark wasn’t a big deal.
The northern lights flickered and spun in the sky over Lake Superior. She spun around at the sound of something in the woods. “Just a squirrel. Nothing to worry about.” She locked her car and set off. When she came to the right corner in the road, she paused. Her parents’ house was probably only a quarter mile if she followed the trail straight ahead. But if she followed the gravel road, it’d be another two miles.
She stepped off the gravel road and followed the trail into the woods.
A stick broke in the woods to her left, and she paused mid-stride. “Lots of squirrels.” Off the road, on the narrow trail, it was too dark to see more than ten feet in front of her face. Leaves rustled near her. “Just a breeze,” she muttered, but she knew it wasn’t. There was no breeze here. It was hot and humid. Her clothes stuck to her.
Every noise evoked images in her mind. It wasn't a deer walking through the woods; it was a psycho with an ax. The creaking wasn't treetops shifting in a breeze, it was someone stalking her.
Instead of the refreshing smell of nature, death and decay permeated her nostrils.
She wished she was still in her car. Or already back to her parents’ house.
“Stop it. You’re just going to scare yourself. You have more to worry about on a highway then you do walking through the woods.” She glanced over her shoulder, knowing she wouldn’t see anything. It was too dark. She looked at her phone. No signal, and the battery was at six percent.
“Just keep walking. You’re almost there.” She stumbled over a branch and cursed, struggling to catch her balance.
She picked up her pace again. She knew it was stupid to jog in the woods, in the dark, but she wanted this stupid adventure to be over. She should have waited in her car until morning.
Suddenly, she saw a light off to her left. “There’s their house. I made it,” she whispered to herself and turned toward the light. She couldn’t follow the trail anymore. But it was just a couple hundred yards.
I'd love to hear what you think. Or if you have a story prompt you want me to use for next week, leave it in the comments! :)