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Flash Fiction: Car

She hit the brake just in time to hear the scratching of the guardrail down the side of her new paint job. What else could go wrong? She had just bought the car and now she had to get it painted or her husband was going to kill her.

Is her husband really such an ass that he’d be that upset over a scratch instead of being thankful that she is alive? Why was going so fast she hit the guardrail when she hit the brake?
The word is car and this post comes in at 49 of the 100 word limit set by the M3 Blog and the current flash fiction challenge.

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