Behind the Ice

All this ice, he grumbled, trying to chip it off his car window with a scraper. A thick layer of ice had formed on all windows and he couldn’t even see inside the car. He stole a quick glance at his watch, then groaned again. He would never make it to the meeting. And if he didn’t make it to the one meeting that was essential to his career, he might as well give up already. Perhaps he should just call in sick, he wondered, then immediately scolded himself for even having the thought. He would show up, even if he was late, he was determined to at least try.

Finally, the layer of ice seemed to be coming off. He could see inside his car now. Squinting his eyes, he leaned closer. Was that…

Blood lined the inner walls of his car and a body lay across the back seat at an awkward angle. He took a step back, feeling sick. This wasn’t even his car. He supposed his career would have to wait for now.

© 2016

Friday Fictioneers, 1 July 2016

Photo prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

4 responses to “Behind the Ice”

  1. He has greater problems than just missing a meeting. This leads to another story….Great job on this! 😊

    1. He really does have great problems now.. Thank you for reading – I’m really glad you liked the story! 🙂

  2. Liking how the surprise was revealed, and the double whammy of it not being their car. ☺

    1. Thank you! And to realise he was doing all that scraping on the wrong car… 😉

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