Note: This flash fiction piece was inspired by a dream I had.
The traffic backed up so suddenly, I had to slam upon the brakes. Phew! I just missed crunching into this guy's bumper. I breathed a sigh of relief, but what had traffic at a standstill?
I searched the other lane. They seemed as stuck as we were. Then, my eyes gazed to downtown. Oh, no!
Thick smoke plumed from the top of the tallest building in the city. My first thought went to another 9/11, and I searched the skies for falling airplanes. Fear flowed through my veins. I wanted out of here.
The blue skies mocked me, and I squinted into the sun. I didn't see anything from up above, and I was going to be late to work. Would it matter? Was this another attack? My breath tightened in my chest. I put the car into park and rolled down the window.
The acrid scent wrinkled my nose. Several people were getting out of their cars and stared at the terrifying scene. From this distance, a crunching sound vibrated the road.
A chunk of building flew through the air and landed upon a truck up ahead of me.
Unfastening my seatbelt, I grabbed my purse and my cell phone. Then, I turned off the car engine, pulled the keys with me, and left my Honda Accord. People ran towards me. They were fleeing, but I didn't know why.
Debris floated through the air, and the building on fire creaked.
A hand, the width of the building, appeared.
The busy signal echoed through my head.
The giant tore another section off and threw it at the cars on the highway.
I screamed again, dropping the phone. It didn't matter. 9-1-1 was busy.
Perhaps it would've been better if this had been a normal attack. Bombs, falling planes, I could handle. Giants, not as much.
His head appeared, and he head-butted the building. It leaned and fell towards us.
I ran with the others like mice fleeing the cat.
Sirens wailed; car horns shrieked.
Crash! Boom! Bang!
The entire highway shuddered and then rolled like a wave.
I was flying.
I was crashing.
I was nothing.