Sands on the Road: A 100 Word Drabble

Sands does not belong to me. I'm only borrowing him for a short while. I'll put him back when I'm done.

This was written for Stella-Maria, because she deserves it.

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Traffic was light at this time of day. He was glad. The last thing he needed right now was to get pulled over for a speeding ticket.

The prosthetic arm hung out the window. As he had gotten in the car, he had noticed the spoon still clenched in its gloved fist. It stuck up like a shiny metal fuck-you. He liked the way it looked. He thought he would leave it there all the way home.

Which would be soon, hopefully. He had to be quick about this. Dead bodies stunk up the car something awful.

He hated that.