ScienceFictionFantasySatPost

          

          It’s another Saturday ripe with Science Fiction and Fantasy goodness.  Thanks for checking in on my latest snippet from one of my current WIP, Myth-In-Law.  We’re in the middle of a game of road chicken between Sam’s wayward grandfather, the ever animated Professor Livingwood and a blackened eighteen wheeler with dubious intentions.  I’ve been stretching this scene out for a few weeks but it has been so much fun posting that I can’t stop.  I hope you enjoy and as always, please leave a few comments after reading – I appreciate the feedback.  Make sure you stop over at ScienceFictionFantasySaturday.blogspot.com and read snippets from all of the great writers over there.  Twitter tag #SFFSat.  You’ll be glad you did.  Enjoy!         

          The semi’s air horns blared, flames shooting from the tops of the exhaust pipes mounted on either side of the cab.  The twisted version of a child’s stuffed toy trapped in the monster’s grill ramped its stubbed arms up and down, thrusting like a mad skier fleeing an avalanche as it bore down on its mark.   

          Professor Livingwood gripped the steering wheel with his left hand low, ready for the pending evasive action - seven seconds.  The tractor trailer’s horn howled against the wind and he could feel its rage through his windshield - six seconds.  The old girl was going to make it, another notch in their continued adventure - five seconds.  Gliding into the opposite lane, he watched the rig mirror his move to give him some extra space - four seconds.

          The pop under the engine compartment was unmistakable.  The professor watched from the side mirror as the rubber carnage that was his front tire scattered along the highway behind him. 

          The RV jerked to his left and the Prof looked back through the windshield as death closed

in on him.  He crossed his arms over his head, bracing for impact, and said, “I’m sorry, Sam,”