Friday Fiction: Gridlocked Into Hell

HELLO EVERYONE, may I have your attention, please?! You’ve been patient! You’ve been diligent! You’ve been loyal! Now, for demonstrating such tremendous qualities, such incredible attributes, such unbelievable resolve, you shall be rewarded! Friends, bloggers, Earthlings, lend me your ears! The time has come, yet again, for you to get your proper dose of excitement, adventure, and intrigue! People of the Net, without further delay, I present to you this week’s FRRRRRRRRRRIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY FICTIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

Sam…

…Sam, play it.

*Cue music.*

Have you ever been stuck in traffic, dear reader? Spent however long with almost unmoving cars, random honking, and maybe even some heat barring down on you?

It can make you nauseous. It can make your skin crawl. It feels like time has stopped.

It’s awful, isn’t it?

But imagine, if you can stomach the idea, an even worse version of that?

That’s this story.

William and his friend were on a road trip, but now they aren’t going anywhere—and they have to share the road.

CLICK HERE to see what’s causing so much traffic.

And should you wish for another tale, quick to read but sure to linger with you, then return next week!

tuning off…

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