By Ben Nein
Garrett was sure this was the end.
He sat in his old Buick Century, the blue steel behemoth he’d driven forever, and tried the key again. The engine groaned and the lights briefly lit the landscape before winking out. In that brief flash, Garrett saw snow-covered trees and blank whiteness beyond the guardrail he had burst through when the Buick hit black ice. Garrett sighed, accepting his fate.
Then, headlights approached, and hope flickered. But were they coming too quickly? No, they were slowing. He got out of the car and saw her coming.
Garret was sure this was the beginning.
Great ending. Didn’t expect that!
Great play! From end to beginning, the reversal of time and imagination.
Thank you. I’ve written some fairly bleak stuff in the last little while, so this was a chance to lighten things up and see hopefulness in difficulty. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Thank you. much of what I have written lately has been a little bleak, so I needed to create something that lightened the mood a bit. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Love the description! You can feel the heaviness that weighs on him.
Nicely written. Wasn’t expecting the ending. Leaves you asking what’s next?