Bessie ambled at a clop while I waved at the state fair spectators. She bolted in terror at a loud noise and I fought for control. When the carriage overturned, I ended in the hospital. Velocity doesn’t hurt.
It’s the sudden stop.
Bessie ambled at a clop while I waved at the state fair spectators. She bolted in terror at a loud noise and I fought for control. When the carriage overturned, I ended in the hospital. Velocity doesn’t hurt.
It’s the sudden stop.
ParkInkSpot 
That sudden stop though! Amazing story in 42 words. Well done! ♥
Thank you Kathy.
Nice write. Love the title, too!
I did too. Seemed to fit a ‘how fast’ story.
Could have went with “OLBlessed DEceleration,” I suppose. Just doesn’t feel right to mangle a classic line.
Genius. Superb
Gawrsh! Flushblush.
I love the rhythm of this–how it perfectly matches the sense–and the dry humor.
Thanks very much.
That title! And the last two lines! Love the humour here.
Humor keeps me away from Serious Face. I do enough of that guy at work.
I think NASCAR drivers and parachutists will agree with your sentiment. Nice work!
Victims of defenestration. Defenestratees? Helpless missiles?
Nice and true, and only in 42!
I’m actually not real fond of 42. I mean, nano-fiction is 55 and under, micro-fiction is 100-500. There’s even a six word category.
42 just seems to be trapped in a weird in-between place. These definitions are arbitrary and flexible, I suppose.
Everything is arbitrary. Still well done