Found: Lost and Lonely Souls, "Roadkill"

"Roadkill" a short story from the upcoming Mac Abre anthology of horror-comedies.

"I just can't figure it out." She was on the sidewalk that bordered an old thrift store and a seven-eleven. There was an older man next to her waiting to cross the street.

The man looked at her for a beat before saying, "Can't figure what out?"

"I don't know," she said, "I haven't figured that out either. I just feel like I'm missing something. I just don't know what."

"Huh," the man said. "Can't help you there, kid, sorry."

"It's fine." She was lost in thought and began to cross the road. The moment she stepped into the street a large vehicle came streaming down the road. The man watched as it came running towards her, unwavering in its course. It was going to run her through.

By the collar of her jacket, he pulled her back onto the curb. “Watch it, kid,” he scolded, “yer’ going to end up struck dumb on the side of the road if you’re not careful.”

She glanced up and thanked the man before following the path of the vehicle. It was an ambulance. “I wonder what happened.”

“Aw, some kid got themselves hit.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, they weren’t watching where they were walking and-“ with his hands, he demonstrated a figure getting rammed by a car-“died instantly, I believe.”

“That sucks, how old were they?”

The crosswalk beeped and signaled safety.

The man pointed to the intersection. “Road’s clear. You going to cross?”

“Oh, yeah.” They began walking.

“How old are you, kid?”

She beamed, “I turn twenty-one next week!”

“Happy birthday, plan anything fun?”

“Well,” she laughed, “I’m going to get legally wasted for the first time.”

He joined in her laughter. They neared the end of the crosswalk.

“So, do you know how old the kid was,” she asked, “the one that got hit?”

“Oh, yeah. She was twenty.”

She stopped walking. “That sucks!”

The man turned around to face her. When he thought she wasn’t going to move any further he reached out to pull her to the curb once again. “Kid, you really got to stop with the whole stopping in the middle of the road thing.”

“Sorry, but—like, that really sucks. Dying so young and all.”

“Eh,” the man said, “I don’t think it’s all that bad. I died when I was forty-three and I’m still hanging out, enjoying myself, seeing the sights.”

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That there goes under Dumb Was To Die (which is one hell of an entertaining game and a catchy song by the way). So kids and soon-to-be twenty-one year olds, look both ways before walking to your death.

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Dumb ways to die, so many dumb ways to die ~mmmmMmmm mmhhhmmm~ I wonder what this red button will do~~ Dumb ways to die, so many, many dumb ways to die~~

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