So I'm finally on my way to the caravan I'll be staying in. I couldn't find time to write, or even schedule a post so I'm actually going to be live posting by email on those days. I set up email blogging before I left because for some reason it turned itself off. Boy I hope it doesn't turn itself off again. I will not rest dammit! Anyway, for now I decided to write a piece of flash fiction based on just the simple prompt of driving. So, enjoy!
I can't believe I was doing this. Again. I know he's my best friend and I'll always be there for him but sometimes I think he just does this to get me to come and save him. Shifting gears, and completely ignoring the speed limit, I thought back to the other times he'd called me in the middle of the night saying he needed my help. A few years ago there was the time when he had gotten in to a fight and he needed me. I got there in time to pick him up and save him. It happened again a few months later. He was beaten and he needed me to turn up and save him again. It hadn't happened for a while, I thought that he might have changed this time. I thought he was happy. I don't mind going to his side. He's been there for me too when I've been hurt. Plus he is my best friend, and that's what friends are for. They're there for eachother no matter what. This time was going to be no different. I had to make a quick stop and pick a few things up. I made it to where he was and found him lying on the floor crying. I was starting to think I might have been too late but he looked up at me and managed to smile. I picked him up, dusted him off, and hugged him. I handed him the pizza and beer, put the movie on, and reassured him that it would be okay. There would be other girls down the line.
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