Michael settled himself into the car. As the ride began, his car spun lazily from side to side. That’s when he saw her. That was HIS Natalie -canoodling with some guy!

Enraged, Michael tried to stand, but was held in place by the bloody bar! Anyone, would have mistaken his bellows for those of excitement. Faster, they all went. By now, a red mist clouded his vision.

As the ride slowed to a halt, he scrambled to his feet and hurtled in Natalie’s direction. He stopped. He puked. Then charged forward. The startled couple cried out in shock. It wasn’t Natalie.

Β©Vivian Zems

Friday Fiction with Rochelle Wisoff

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