Roadkill

“Where’d you hit this one, Mick?”

“Highway 37. Just past the intersection.”

“Roadkill,” Mick explained, indicating my plate.

I put my fork down, glanced at the other dinner guests.

“Tender,” someone said, smacking their lips. “Must have been a young ‘un.”

Young what: fox, rabbit, deer?

“About the same age as our mystery guest here,” Mick said. “Similar build, too.”

Filled with an irrational fear, I left, feigning an oncoming migraine.

I couldn’t find my car keys, so I ran. I was close to the intersection of Highway 37 when I heard the car. I spun around. Headlights dazzled me.

Drabble published March 23, 2015 12:42

T. Willemann about 9 years ago

They say fava beans and Chianti go nicely with road kill...
Nice piece!
Julie about 9 years ago

Thank you, Drew.
Julie about 9 years ago

Haha, yes, fava beans and Chianti. Thanks for the thought, Thomas. And thanks for reading and commenting, of course.
Samantha Grace Bishop about 9 years ago

Good one, with echoes of Most Dangerous Game.
Bunmi Oke about 9 years ago

Quite the chills this gives. Well done, Julie.
Julie about 9 years ago

I don't know Most Dangerous Game, but thank you, Samantha.
Julie about 9 years ago

Thank you, Bunmi Oke.