This was my favorite entry of all the NYC Midnight short stories I wrote, in part because Pat came up with the twist on road rage and it made for a fun, funny story. Enjoy.
Random Element: Road Rage
Word Limit: 2,000 words / 48 hours
A river of cool air cascaded down the bathroom mirror, as Dr. Laura Porter feathered mascara above her icy blue eyes. Tousled blonde waves brushed across her bare shoulders.
Heat Advisory flashed on the display, prompting the blackout shades to draw against the white-hot sun. The frosted glass garage door rose, and her Volta Roadster 8 — “Roadie” — pinged its digital ignition.
The rich Corinthian leather scorched her thighs: Laura jumped from the car, pulling the linen dress from her red skin.
“For Chrissakes, Roadie!” The candy-apple coupe roasted as if it’d been abandoned in a Phoenix parking lot and not ensconced in a climate-controlled cocoon. “Do you want me to have a hot flash?”
Forty-five degrees requires interior climate adjustments for your comfort, Dr. Porter.
“It’s forty-five Centigrade, Roadie.”
Cold air blasted from every vent. Within three seconds, Dr. Porter’s comfort had been restored and a hot flash averted.
“Alright, let’s go then.” Continue reading Roadie — NYC Midnight Short Story Challenge, April 2018