1959… Modoc County, California

Cruising down a rutted farm road. Clinging for dear life to the hood of a ’48 Mercury… engine purring, one of those Moon footprint gas pedals on the floor.  Searching for rabbits, frozen in their tracks by blare of the headlights piercing our way through the darkness.  I’m scared, cold, excited and have never seen ‘so many stars come out at night’.

There’s one!!!

I blast away with the 10 gauge… it’s a wonder I don’t fly off the Merc. I didn’t hit any that night.

What else would you expect from a city slicker?

This story is a contribution to Friday Flash Fictioneers… see what it’s all about @  Madison Woods and read the many takes on her photo prompt.

33 responses

  1. Ha, living dangerously?

    1. Too young to know the difference…

  2. Love it Ted…..!!!

  3. That’s because you were aiming too high at those pink elephants! 😀

  4. I love this take on the photo! A blast from the past, literally!

    1. Thanks Wild Thing… you would have loved it!

  5. Did I read it right? This city slicker is cruising…clinging for dear life to the hood of the car and pressing the gas pedal at the same time? Plus aiming a rifle? From another city slicker who knows nothing about cars. Anyhow, glad you didn’t get any rabbits because I love those fuzzy creatures. Here’s mine:

    1. HaHa… I’m not that much of a multi-tasker… even at 15. Someone else was driving, I was on the hood, and another guy was lying on the roof. Blasting away at rabbits. I did shoot a bird once with a bb gun. I felt bad afterwards and have only shot at targets since… in fact, I haven’t shot a gun in 40 years. But that was sure a fun night.

      1. Oh, I see. That was too clear to me. Just sounded like you were alone, speeding down a farm road and trying to run them over. :/

      2. Oh no, littlewonder… rabbits freeze and stand still when a light is shined on them… like deer do in headlights, which makes driving a bitch when they don’t move out of the way. So guys hunt rabbits with a spotlight, which isn’t really too sporting, I guess. I don’t know if they still do that, but I would guess so.

        hahaha… I WOULD never write the scenario you suggested, even if I did it!

        Incidentally, Ashley is my daughter’s name too… I love it… and her!

  6. Love your descriptions, Ted!

    I didn’t shoot a gun until I was 21. Some friends at college took me out to western Nebraska on their land and we shot shotguns. It was interesting. I grew up in Omaha, never hunted or fished. Just wasn’t part of our city lifestyle.

    1. I did some target shooting with my cousin at a place called ‘The Big Hole’ outside Sacramento… It was a huge gravel pit, I guess. The last time I shot a gun, was when I was around 28, and went with some guys who were going duck hunting at a lodge. We just got drunk and played dominoes mostly. A few avid hunters got some ducks, and the rest of us did some skeet shooting. Lucky none of us got shot!

  7. this is a lovely take on the prompt quite nostalgic! Happy to be here!

  8. This was exciting! And if it’s true, then you sir, have had an interesting life! 🙂
    Great take on the prompt!
    Here’s mine –

    1. Thanks parul… I have gone back to your’s twice now. Time for a third.

    1. Thanks, Ashley… that was an eye opening summer.

  9. It seems that city slickers and guns may not be the best pairing! We have rabbits around our house and they do just freeze in place, even if they’re in a wide-open space. Funny to watch.

  10. I was confused at first. Didn’t get it that someone else was with the person too. But I read your comments and it all made sense. 🙂 Very interesting take on the prompt. Many others were feeling like the prey. I think yours is the first predator angle I have read. Since the protagonist did not shoot any rabbits, I guess it makes him a harmless predator, who is feeling afraid himself.
    So many facets in such a brief post. I love it.

    1. I had not thought of that, Irene… interesting point. Thanks for the kind words.

      1. 🙂 Looking forward to reading more from you.

  11. Such an action-packed adventure…even if it was in a drunken stupor! Entertaining reading.

    1. Certainly something for a city kid to do. We weren’t too drunk…

  12. I love the speed! You move us straight through the narration and the voice is consistent and original. Wonderful!

    1. Thanks, Lime. I will have to reread and think about your comments.

  13. Okay, so am I correct in reading that this narrator is ON THE HOOD while someone else is driving the car at night?? OMG, that’s hilarious and yes, I am surprised a 10gauge didn’t blow you off the hood. Great story, Ted.

    1. Yep… sitting on the hood holding on to the windshield wiper with one hand… shotgun in the other. Thanks Madison.

  14. […] FRIDAY FLASH FICTIONEERS… Bang! ( […]

  15. Dear Ted,

    So you entered the FFFold 3 weeks before I did. April 12, 2012. I had no idea what a wild ride it would turn out to be. 😉 Love this story. You certainly entered the scene with a bang.

    Shalom 7 years later,


  16. Yes, we sure didn’t know what we were getting into, and we’re still here (thanks to you). Fun to look at early posts and see who is still with us.

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