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Crash

by Steven Wolfe

He was speeding across the flat brown land, tapping his bare foot on the dash in time to imaginary music. A pickup truck emerged in the distance; suddenly the rear end wobbled and the truck flipped and rolled into a cloud of dust. He got his boots on and walked to the upside-down truck as a woman dropped onto her head inside the cab, squirmed out of the open window and staggered to her feet. Her tank top was riding down her shoulder, exposing a swollen breast leaking white fluid out of the brown nipple. Wait, just wait here a minute, he said, and walked back to the overturned truck, scanning the ground: broken glass – some bird bones, a softball, rusted beer can, half a chocolate bar in the wrapper – no, not a softball, a doll’s head, covered with dirt. Its eyes were open.

6S

Steven Wolfe lives in Houston, Texas. His work has appeared recently in Exquisite Corpse, Southeast Review, Opium, NANOfiction, the Chattahoochee Review, and elsewhere.

8 comments:

Randy Conner said...

That was definitely the best 6S I've ever read.

Virginia Moffatt said...

Succint and very powerful...

Madam Z said...

Vividly descriptive and horrifying!
Not only should we not drink and drive, but we should not give the baby a drink while driving.

Anonymous said...

Powerful, heartfelt, succinct 6
Just the way I like them.

Claire King said...

I had to read that three times just to check you were saying what I thought you were saying. Knocked me for six.

Anonymous said...

You have to do a few more if these - I need to know what happens!

Alyssa said...

One of my favorites.

Karyn said...

Powerful. I've returned to this story more than once.