Wrong Turn

 Here's a piece of Flash Fiction I wrote for a class back in college. The assignment was to complete a 150 word piece of fiction, but each student was given a title and a first line (that another individual in the class wrote). Then another peer was to read and critique it blindly (our names were not printed on the assignment), then present to the class. When my classmate stood up and read my piece, my stomach turned. But then the entire class broke out if uncontrollable laughter. Which only became louder once I announced it was mine.

I guess that's a good thing? Haha

Enjoy!

It’s funny how death seemed to stand still, as Sam was about to come crashing into it. The tires screeched and debris flew in through the window, as Sam’s SUV tumbled down a hill into a ravine. He thought little of how he had gotten there—swerving from a deer that would assuredly adorn a hunter’s mantle in a month. His life didn’t flash before his eyes—as most people say when they have near death experiences. Rather, he had one blinding thought:

Women’s underwear.

Because that is what he was wearing beneath his Levi jeans. He saw the coroner removing the tattered jeans from his broken body, carefully cutting the pant legs up the middle, only to find a man wearing women’s underwear. 

A thong actually. With big pink hearts.

Then, he imagined that same coroner handing over the personal items left from the crash to his aggrieved and tear stricken family. Holding up the underwear he asks, with a sly smile and mocking tone;

“Should we burn these?”

So, as the car finally hit the bottom of the ravine, Sam couldn’t help but laugh.

And pray that his car would explode.