Micro-fiction Story Contest

This is our continuing bi-weekly micro-fiction contest where we ask you to submit your best story of 250 words or less based on an image that we provide. This week’s image in entitled GEORGE  MISSES THE BUS – AGAIN and comes to us courtesy of photographer Frank Lubick.  We’ve added our own story below and hope you’ll do the same in the COMMENTS. But please remember 250 words or less. We’ll announce the winner next week. The winner shall be eligible for entrance into the Eternal Hall of Fame. Good luck. Cheers!

George watched helplessly as the MTA bus, the 136 in this case, sped away down Hollywood blvd, heading east. George had sprinted for three blocks in a desperate attempt to catch it, closing the gap, at one point getting so close that he was sure the driver had heard his frenzied shrieks, imploring him to stop, but the driver, if indeed he had heard George, ignored his nearly orchestral wails, accelerating in fact, farting out a plume of energy efficient electro-steam from the bus’s efficient tailpipe, mocking him with its nearly oder-less odor, as the bus became a faint orange dot and then entirely disappeared.

And now George stood there, waiting, wondering, hoping that some new force might enter his life to either destroy him, an earthquake breaking open the road to reveal a flaming molten core that would incinerate him, perhaps, or that some new force might enter his life and transform him from the worthless victim he was into something strong and brave.

Two blocks away, a 19 year old girl named Becky Reardon, who was from Indianapolis, Indiana and who had been living in Los Angeles for exactly eighteen days, exited a bagel shop then climbed behind the wheel of her silver, 1997 Honda Civic.