Eye Witness

flash fiction

The man is staring in horrified dumbness, his hands clutched on the steering wheel, his whole body a petrified mass of shock. He’s looking straight through me, and I can see the reflection of my seemingly sleeping best friend into his murderous eyes.

“Go, you dumb skull!” She slaps him over his head, twitching his arm.

“Get off, you filthy beast” she shrieks at me, hovering her little fancy purse over the convertible’s windscreen.

“Get ooooooff!” The impact with the vuitton skin wrests a yelp out of my grin and throws me on the sidewalk.

I run back next to Sophie, placing my fierce snarl between her frozen smile and the metal slayer. Young blood dripping from her candy lips burns down my nostrils and sharpens my creepers.

“Move, you stupid idiot moron! THAT ain’t ever gonna testify against you in a court of law!”