FFftPP: Signals



“I’m sure that the little girl in that back seat was signing us…”

My husband, who was driving, shot me a glance. “I wish you would spend your time working out the direction that I need to drive in rather than looking for signs in other people’s cars.”

“I am telling you, George. That little girl was waving to get our attention. What if there is something wrong with the car?”

His knuckles almost went white as he gripped the steering wheel and tried not to say anything. ”Look, Cassie, the little girl in that car is only about seven so what do you think she might know about cars. I am guessing that she would not know very much at all.”

“I know what you are saying, but…”

“There are no buts in this situation. We are going to miss the plane if you do not tell me which exit to take.”

I took one last look at the girl frantically waving in the back of the other car before I turned my attention to a roadmap.

If only we had pulled over before the fire that the girl had noticed behind us engulfed the car trapping us inside.

Written for flash fiction for the purposeful practitioner

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