The Red Sports Car (standard:Suspense, 902 words)
Author: kira pirofski	Added: Sep 07 2003	Views/Reads: 4241/2493	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A story of romance, murder, and revenge. Told from the perspective of a 1950 red sports car.

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shovel, and a broken black bag.   He silently began pulling at the rose 
tree and digging away the earth.  As he was digging, an ancient woman 
stepped out of the car.  She wore a faded red dress, and wore a soiled 
white hat. 

“Prescott and Else,” thought Hercules.  They are back, I must warn him. 
The car lights began to blink furiously.   I glanced out the window and 
realized that the murderer and his accomplice had returned. 

Without thinking I ran out the door.   “Stop, murderer” I shouted
vainly.   The old man looked at me, and leveled a pistol at my temple. 

Bang.   I felt blood rush down my cheeks and pour into my nostrils.  The
saline smell was intoxicating, and I began to doze off. 

Prescott and Else quickly grabbed an old bag and began to run towards
their car.  Hercules rushed into action.   The headlights blared, and 
she headed straight for the couple.  They crumpled to the floor 
soundlessly. 

Hercules made the slow descent down the hill and sped towards the San
Francisco Bay.  Once at the pier, the brakes screeched to a halt.   In 
full view of a group of horrified tourists, the red car sped off the 
pier and plunged into the icy waters. 

It drifted down, down, to the depths of the bay.  There it rested on the
top of a pile of calcified bones.   Mrs. Jones and her shiny red car 
were reunited again. 


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