Redemption – Six Sentence Story

Timothy was driving to a closing angry at the “idiot” going only 85 miles per hour in the fast lane. To pass the time he was wasting he went through a list of people he felt needed a piece of his mind giving the windshield a spirited round of abuse he wished those on the list could hear.

In particular he scolded his sister who kept bugging him about “repentance” and “redemption”. When she told him the second coming would be here any day now he reminded her that she told him that very same thing forty years ago and so far nothing, nothing’s happened.

Frustrated with the driver in front of him Timothy jerked his car from the fast lane into the middle lane just as another driver from the opposite side of the expressway accelerated without looking into the middle lane aiming for rapid deliverance in the fast lane. Neither knew what hit them as the traffic unfortunate enough to be following collided or braked to a stop.

Denise offers the word “redemption” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean from southern Florida
Sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean from southern Florida

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

53 thoughts on “Redemption – Six Sentence Story”

  1. Death waits to, as Castaneda describes it, tap us on our left shoulder when our time on earth has ended. You and he (Castaneda, not Death) appear to concur, there is no knowing when that time comes. All who would, do so at their own peril.
    Engaging Six!

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  2. there’s a line in one of Robert Burns’ poems where Tam O’Shanter’s wife is waitint for him at home ‘nursing her wrath to keep it warm.’ Nothing good ever comes of that. Great Six, Frank.

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