Friday Fictioneers: The Last Ride



Jodie had no idea what was going to happen when she slid onto the seat of the purple swing.

She was told at sixteen, her life was set to over in six months but so far it’s been seven, which meant she’d outlived expectations and that called for a celebration. “Just don’t do anything that will raise the heart-rate, okay?” Doctor Jones said during the last visit.

But what’s life without thrill?

She smiled at her mother as the ride began. It began to accelerate, so did her heart. “Whoo!” She screamed, closed her eyes, and never opened them again.

(100 words)

Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.

25 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: The Last Ride

  1. I think it was in the late 80’s, early 90’s when a young girl, around 11 or so, as a licensed pilot was flying a private plane around the world with her father when she crashed and died. My dad turned to me and said, at least she died loving what she was doing. I didn’t understand how he could say that at the time but now, I do. Great story!

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