Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Entry #41

You Go Ghoul Friend
by J. Summers


The ghouls followed me just like I'd planned. They loped in the shadows, gangly limbs out of synch, taking care to stay away from the headlight beam. Everyone knows that nothing melts a ghoul faster than an H7 bulb. I'd puddled three on my way out of the diner parking lot.

The cycle roared beneath me, rattling my teeth as I shifted to gain speed. I'd considered everything when constructing my getaway plan--or so I thought, until I noticed the gas gauge French kissing empty. Damn ghouls had sucked it nearly dry, while I was inside wolfing down a cheeseburger. I'd passed the 'Last Gas Station For Miles' exit five road signs ago. Vegas was another fifty, not that I’d make it to the mecca of neon. It was as elusive as dawn at midnight.

Something gurgled loudly behind me. I didn’t look back. The sound was followed by similar rumbles. The fact that I could hear it over the air buzzing in my ears was a testament to the power of a ghoul’s digestive tract. They’d eaten a half dozen people back at the diner and they were still hungry. Talk about compulsive overeaters. With any luck, I’d give them all heartburn. The bike sputtered and choked, then gradually slowed, bringing my one-way ride down this ghoul highway to an end.

Bona Petite.

16 comments:

Sarah Hina said...

Those ghouls are relentless! But at least he still has his sense of humor. :)

I liked how you made the headlight beam central to the story. And that his death is equated with the motorcycle sputtering out. Shadow darkness is always the scariest kind.

Great story!

BernardL said...

Yikes! :)

Beth said...

What a hoot!

*~*{Sameera}*~* said...

I hope he did give them a heartburn!

Nicely done :)

JaneyV said...

J. - great fun! I LOVE an unapologetic ghoul-fest. Your character is brave and ballsy and utterly likeable. I hope he managed to puddle a few more before they were overcome with indigestion!

Wannabe Writer said...

Too bad his motor cycle is running out of juice... -Rita

Aerin said...

YAY! Ghouls! Mecca of Neon! French-kissing gas gauge!

Great word choices, so deftly put together. Fantastic!

raine said...

Oh, J, I LOVED this!
Great fun, gotta love a gas-guzzling ghoulie.
And I adored his kiss-my-attitude tone.
Bravo!

klgilbert said...

What a fun read. The character reminds me of Jack Burton in "Big Trouble in Little China," setting out to travel the world with more bravado than common sense.
Love the opening paragraph. Well structured flash.

September said...

Yikes is the word. Fun story.

Scott said...

French kissing empty. Great one there. He took it like a man.

charleneteglia said...

Ha! Where's the rest?

Dottie said...

I love the nonchalance with which he accepts his fate.

Missy said...

I don't believe it! This one's a hero - he'll find a way out.

Fun - and brilliant lines. More?

laughingwolf said...

love the humor, esp the play on words at the end :O lol

jason evans said...

At least the rider accepts fate with grace. I can really feel that bike sputtering out.