50-Word Tales #115

Painting of a car

It was late at night. He drove fast. The car hit something.

‘Oh my God!’ his wife cried. ‘Stop! Stop!

They rushed out of the car on to the deserted road.

When they saw the victim, they sighed relieved.

‘It’s just a beggar,’ she said.

‘Let’s drive on,’ he said.

 

 

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13 thoughts on “50-Word Tales #115

  1. This is a fresh idea and I have a feeling that one more word would’ve diluted the effect it has now.
    Such an important message through so short a story.
    Well done, Vincent!

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