A Solo Race – Flash Fiction
A Solo Race
Sunny sat in the stands with her husband. She watched the cars zip by her in record speeds. She remembered when her marriage felt that way. The rush and excitement. The non-stop giddiness of love.
Sunny nearly missed the crash. She watched nervously as the cars skidded against the high walls. One flipped and caught on fire. She held her breath and closed her eyes. Her life felt like this of late. Skidding and crashing against stone walls. The flames of lies and deceit still lapped at her feet. She exhaled and opened her eyes. The driver was safe, but out of the race. Would she ever feel that safe again?
Sunny glanced over at her husband. When did the passion become extinguished? When did the thrill of love stop spinning her around? And then she followed his gaze. The blond in the stands bounced up and down. She remembered it all.
Sunny walked away. Down the aisle. Into the parking lot. She fished the keys from her purse, unlocked the car and got inside. She didn’t know where she was going. She could no longer compete. She didn’t want to compete. What she wanted, needed was a solo race.
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