Rochelle, well this is a first for me. I thought I’d seen this photo before either in this corner or in a dream or indeed in real life, which is doubtful since the nearest I’ve got to a car in a landscape like this was 10 hours in LAX meany years back.

Thanks Ted Strutz for the inspiration, this is an exact copy of the FF I wrote on 24/01/2019, theres links in the text to connecting stories, enjoy!

So…

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

Managing to secure early release from Krasnoyarsk the woodsman made for Kootznoowoo in Alaska, somewhere he could remain anonymous. Living among the most wretched base scofflaws had taken its toll on his mental plight; he coveted wide open spaces, fresh air and peace away from the chaos, especially TOLWLIAS who wouldn’t stop talking about her crappy car.

He’d spotted the rusty car a few miles from his cabin, and over the following weeks had searched the woods close by.

An augural hallucination occurred in him, and, as he sat, hunched over the fire he heard knocking on the cabin door…

Boom!! 100 words on the nose again, I’ve revisited 2 past FF’s for this one; links are included and I hope it makes (Non) sense!