Professor Tannehill pointed into the river where a tire bobbed in the current. “That’s all that’s left of it.”
Sheriff Pruitt watched for only a moment. He looked back at the monster trudging away in the distance. Luckily, it was still moving away. “Sorry about that, Prof,” he began.
“A beautiful ’67 Corvette,” sighed Tannehill. “Took me four years to refurbish it.”
“Yeah, that’s tough Prof, but considering there’s a monster terrorizing the countryside, I’ve got bigger concerns just now.” He pointed at the twenty-story tall monster still visible from miles away.
Tannehill glared. “That monster ate my ‘Vette! Substantial upgrades went into it.”
“Yeah, okay. Look, that thing is eating cars, bars, and people. I got bigger fish to fry. I gotta go help Sheriff Burris evacuate the next county.”
“Oh, you needn’t be in such a rush.”
Something about Tannehill’s smirk made him pause. “Why?”
“That ‘Vette was truly unique. One of those upgrades was a fusion power plant. I figure the magnetic bottle, containing a two-kiloton blast, should collapse any time now.” Tannehill reached into a cooler.
“You’re telling me your car was nuclear? And it’s in the thing’s belly?”
“Yep. He’s going to have some serious heartburn in a sec.”
The monster suddenly disappeared in a mushroom cloud.
Tannehill handed Pruitt a bottle. “Beer?”
Pruitt grinned. “Don’t mind if I do.”
I’ve noticed how my stories are often influenced by what’s been going on around me. I’m still recovering from a really nasty stomach flu. Couldn’t keep anything down. It’s why I’m a little late writing this. And now here I’m writing about indigestion. Go figure.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Look here for the original prompt and a blue link to the stories other folks wrote for the week: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2015/11/29/sunday-photo-fiction-november-29-2015/