As the sun began to surface above the horizon, George was worried that something was awry. This was a dangerous game he was playing, and if anything went wrong, he was a dead man. The crew he was running with didn’t fool around.
It was just past dawn when he saw the car’s headlights in the distance heading in his direction. The road was a rarely used country road, so he was sure this was them. The knot in his stomach grew tighter as the car got closer, and even though there was a chill in the early morning air, George could feel the perspiration beading up on his forehead.
The car came to a halt about 100 feet away from where George was standing. The headlights remained on, preventing him from seeing who was in the car. He heard the car doors open, and the sounds of footfalls walking toward him. He was till unable to see who they were.
Then he heard someone say his name. It wasn’t the voice he was expecting.
Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo credit: Jodi McKinney.