Guava #17: She'll be coming around the mountain & Last Peanut Butter! #3: Wind + Hot Fudge
Author: fluorescent_x
Challenge: Guava, Peanut Butter
Topping: Hot Fudge
Word Count: 356
Rating: PG-13
Story: Recipe for the Damned
Summary: In this case, driving horses would have been a lot safer.
Note: BAM! LAST PEANUT BUTTER. >=D
The day was quite chilly, but not enough for puffs of breath to fog up windows. With the sun blanketed by the thick clouds, it looked rather somber out. The newspapers predicted there would be rain and hail later on.
Montague flipped through the Wednesday paper, trying to read over the heavy winds blowing the printed sheets in every whichway.
“This wasn’t a nice place to stop, Sally.” He told her. She sat on top of a boulder that overlooked the mountain road below, staring down with twinkling eyes.
After twenty minutes or so of sitting around, they heard a car engine getting closer to where they were positioned on the steep rocky hill. Montague jumped up and slid down to where Sally was, the newspaper wrapped up, clutched tightly in his hand.
“Sounds like an older model.” Sally said. She pulled out her thick book from the backpack and opened it. “When I give you the instruction, let the newspaper go.”
Montague’s face fell. “I wasn’t done reading.” He stared at it for a moment, then heard his stomach rumble. “Well, I suppose I’ll just buy another.”
The engine roared closer and closer until they could finally see the car turning the curve, accelerating fairly quickly on such a dangerous road. Sally turned to the cliff, watching with unblinking eyes.
“Now…” she ordered.
Montague shrugged and released the newspapers. They danced along with the damaging winds, fluttering towards the ground. The car drove by at that instant and the papers flew against the windshield, starling the driver inside. Rubber bit the road, making horrid smelling black tracks on the gray, cracked pavement. The car swerved around until it finally smashed into the railing, broke through and dropped off the cliff.
There was a moment of silence before Montague started to laugh hysterically, so much so that he hunched over and held onto the rock to keep from falling to his knees.
“Sally! My darling Sally, you are truly amazing.” He gushed, wrapping an arm around her waist and stared over the boulder, seeing black smoke spiraling into the air.
“Tonight will be a barbeque.”