Bridge Closure, by Laurie E. Boris (posted with permission)

Flashie Friday/Saturday/Sunday Challenge contribution

Bridge Closure

Golden Chains

Golden Chains

Contractions like an army of fists punched Andrea’s uterus, and she dug her fingers into Dave’s upholstery. Three assaults ago, she’d figured out that her screams did nothing to part the red sea of brake lights stretching from one shore of the Hudson to the other.
When her child took his own foot off her internal accelerator, she pulled sweaty hair from her neck and asked Dave to at least open the window. “Can’t,” he said. “Police orders. Lock vehicles, keep windows closed. The guy’s armed and dangerous.”
“I’m gonna be armed and dangerous soon. Open the fucking window or I’m busting out of here. I am NOT having this baby in a goddamned car in the middle of the goddamned bridge.”
He cracked it a half inch. “Happy?”
“Fuck you.”
“You’d rather get shot by some bank robber on the loose? Yeah. Awesome. Love you, too.”
“You’d rather sit here with the windows closed while this puddle of amniotic fluid bakes in ninety-degree heat and OUR CHILD falls out of me and onto your Yosemite Sam floor mats, which I don’t think you’ve cleaned in…forever? OWWWWW!!!!”
“How long was that?”
“Bite me.”
“Not a measurement of time.”
“Not helping.”
The whup-whup of a police chopper flew overhead. Andrea considered jumping out and flagging it down, but Dave had the goddamned childproof locks on. “I hate you.” She pressed her lips to the centimeter of space at the top of the window. “HEY! WOMAN IN LABOR HERE!”
Her plea resulted in a ruckus of shouting and honking. Then a soft tap on her door. Andrea peered over. A young, scared-looking man crouched next to the car. When their eyes met, they softened with kindness. “My sister, she had four kids,” he whispered. “I helped deliver two.” Something metallic flashed in the waistband of his jeans. “Look. This was all a big misunderstanding. If I help you…will you help me?”
“Open the door,” she told Dave.
“But…”
Another contraction threatened. She dug her feet into Yosemite Sam’s face. “Open. The. Door. Now.”

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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6 Responses to Bridge Closure, by Laurie E. Boris (posted with permission)

  1. suzanawylie says:

    Laurie, I can’t indent. Sorry.

  2. erinsromance says:

    I will simply copy my remarks from another page … that this is one of the finest examples of flash fic I have ever read. The metaphoric language, the dynamic dialogue, the story-behind-the-story … all leave me breathless with admiration. I want this story to continue, even though in a way it can and should end where it does. Brilliant, Laurie!

  3. Kira Morgana says:

    Love it – I know exactly how this character feels and I remember being at that exact stage in the car on the way into hospital; I would have cheerfully killed someone if they’d got in the way!
    Brilliantly written.

  4. mo883mpetersdesires says:

    Laurie, I loved this the first time I read it, and I love it now! This is PERFECT.

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