Druxman sat on the large gym bag he’d stumbled upon at the fairgrounds near Gary, Indiana. Sadly, he watched the police load poor old Jenny onto the car carrier. She looked mighty bad after the mafia men ran them off the road. It was an awful crash and a miracle that Druzman walked away from it. He sighed. He loved that car, but he should never have expected to slip quietly into the night, driving a brightly colored demolition derby car. After so many crashes, he couldn’t believe old Jenny was finished.
Two police cars happened to see the crash and they went after the mafia men. They returned later, having lost the crooks. As the car carrier started up with old Jenny strapped in, the police left. Druxman wasn’t injured at all so they had no reason to remain. Mere minutes after the police left, the mafia men returned, all silk suits and silenced pistols.
“You understand,” said Mafia #1, holding a gun on Druxman. “It’s nothing personal. We gotta have that bag with The Syndicate’s five mil. No witnesses.”
“I know,” said Druxman. He rubbed at graying stubble on his chin. “I’ve lived a good life.”
“If it’s any consolation,” said Mafia #2. “We’ve seen you drive. You were amazing.”
“Yeah. We always rooted for Hitman Druxman.”
Behind the mafia men, they couldn’t see the car carrier driving away, or old Jenny slipping her bonds and landing silently and free on the road. Druxman started talking fast.
“Since I’m gonna die, I’d like to make a confession.”
Mafia #1 crossed himself. “Okay, but I ain’t no priest.”
“That’s alright. You see, I was terrified during every demolition derby. Truth is, I’m a terrible driver.”
Druxman could see her coming, fast. Doing what Jenny always did: keep him safe.
“I don’t believe that,” said Mafia #2. “You drove like a madman. You performed miracles!”
Druxman opened his little flask of whiskey. “Yeah, about that. I wasn’t the miracle.”
“How do you figure?”
Jenny hit the Mafia Men at about 160 miles per hour. Legs, spines, and skulls shattered.
Druxman took a long pull of whiskey and shrugged. “I wasn’t doing the driving.”
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Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Look here to see the writing prompt and see what other folks wrote: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2015/09/27/sunday-photo-fiction-september-27th-2015/
Aw, good old Jenny. I’m glad she wasn’t finished after all. Great twist!
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I guess this explains why Druxman never needed a maintenance crew. Seems old Jenny could repair herself! 😉 Thanks so much, Joy!:)
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That is an incredibly useful feature in a car. Why didn’t *I* order that?
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I know, right? I think that feature is only listed in the fine print. I want to have it in my car too. 😉
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That is a really good twist, and I really enjoyed reading it..
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed the twist. I appreciate that. 🙂
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You have such a great imagination! I love it. Jenny “creamed” the mafia guys and kept her guy, Druxman, safe. Now I would like to have a car like that! Wonderful story Eric! Love it!
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Yep, she creamed, pulped, and pureed those guys. It’ll take “Bones” to identify them. 😉 I’m so glad you enjoyed this. Thanks bunches!
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My pleasure!
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Yes!! (punches air) Good old Jenny. Better even than having your mother taking care of you.
Of course, Jenny was probably a prototype of KITT 🙂
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Hehe. Well, Jenny isn’t as good at putting bandages on skinned knees as a Mom, but she’s amazing at keeping you safe from bad guys. And yeah, I think she’s KITT’s grandmother. 😉
Thanks much, Lyn! 🙂
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Great dialogue; love the ending.
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Thanks kindly, Patrick! 🙂
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Aw, it’s Christine with a soft side! Give the old girl a couple of extra quarts for that one.
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I thought of Christine as well when I read this Dave 🙂
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Yep, It’s Christine’s kind-hearted sister. She’ll be getting the best oil for this one. Druxman has $5 Million to play with. She’ll get new paint and a wax too.
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Haha Car-ma gets them in the end. Great story as usual Eric 🙂
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Haha! 😀 Exactly right! Instant Car-Ma. Thanks so much, Al! 🙂
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Funny 😁 There wasn’t any Jenny vehicles available when I bought my car, but that was O.K. , at least I don’t have to deal with the mafia.
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Haha! There weren’t any possessed cars about when I looked too. At least, not any nice ones. 😉
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Great story, a Twilight Zone special.
Love it to bits.
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Hehe. If it’s not already obvious, I’m heavily influenced by the Twilight Zone, The Outer Limits as well. Glad you had fun. Thanks so much!
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Kind of like the car in the movie “Christine” love the story
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Yep. Except this one is a guardian. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks Donna! 🙂
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Really liked the twist at the end. Good story. 🙂
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Thank you! I hoped that twist would be fun for folks. Thanks kindly! 🙂
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