FF – Metaphor For Life
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
Copyright Ted Strutz
The car nestled against a tree, headlights smashed, bonnet standing agape, paint peeling, bodywork rusted. Abandoned. Forgotten.
Randall allowed himself a wry smile. A fitting metaphor for my life, he thought. Once hurtling carefree along roads of fortune, city job, gold-digger trophy wife… then cast out to rot and die.
He sat next to the shell, cursing his old alcohol-soaked bones. A curious deer wandered close, bolting as it sensed his eyes on it.
This isn’t so bad, I guess. Nature. Even “dearest” Sophia is here. Say hello to the car, Sophia.
Sophia’s skull grinned at him.
Randall grinned back.
Speak to me - I'd love to hear your thoughts!
Click for a random post!
Woohoo!
I totally didn't win!
Share Your World
Friday Fictioneers
draliman on life 
That grin is a dead giveaway.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, “dead” giveaway 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I liked the deer. A lot
LikeLiked by 1 person
It was quite relaxing even writing about the deer, I wish I’d had more words to do more nature stuff.
LikeLike
The tides of fortune often change. Maybe Sophia knows something Randall would much rather be allowed to forget
LikeLiked by 1 person
If she did, she’s not telling now!
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s a literal trophy wife right there!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ha, I didn’t think of that, very true!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I guess someone isn’t sober yet😸Great story, Draliman. Pawkisses for a Happy Wednesday🐾😙😻
LikeLiked by 1 person
I don’t think he ever will be again…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pity about the car rotting!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, poor car 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Poor car! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Its road-hurtling days are over 😦
LikeLiked by 1 person
Iain stole my words!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Darn him and his word-stealing ways 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
An epic love story 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
They loved, they lost, she somehow died…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ooh, dark, Ali. Did he dig her up or kill and dismember her? He’s got more to worry about than alcoholism. He’s crazy as a loon.
— Suzanne
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s open to interpretation, though it’s my feeling that he snapped and killed her 😦
LikeLiked by 1 person
If the car is a metaphor for Randall’s life, then the deer should have froze when it sensed his eyes on it. Right, Sophia?
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m sure she tried to bolt… too slow, Sophia!
LikeLike
Dear Ali,
Your humor went dark this week. As Iain said, the literal trophy wife. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dear Rochelle,
Yes, not much to laugh about in this week’s offering. I’m glad you liked it!
Ali
LikeLiked by 1 person
I did laugh, I love dark humour like this. Well done.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, I’m glad you liked it 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Entertaining from the beginning to the end! The trophy wife got the worst end. I suppose he needed some company?
LikeLiked by 1 person
He didn’t want to leave her behind. Or in any way still alive 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice fluent story-telling with a good twist. Like Neil, I particularly approve of the deer.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, I enjoyed the bit with the deer too. Shame there were no more words and I had to get on with the story 🙂
LikeLike
poor chap. after all his misfortunes, he seemed to have totally lost it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
He has for sure, and he’s done bad things along the road to madness…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Probably the strangest ghost story I have ever read. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I guess there could be a ghost attached to the skull 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sophie was Randall’s wife, I believe. Not gold digging anymore. Did she die of car crash?
LikeLiked by 1 person
More likely Randall snapped and killed her…
LikeLike
At least he had company, what a way to end.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I guess his dead wife’s skull is sort of “company” 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Brilliant. You always make me smile, Ali. Bravo. Poor Sophia. Randall sounds as though he might be missing Hopkirk… maybe?!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ha, wow, I haven’t seen Randall and Hopkirk (Deceased) for many many years. Thanks for bringing back fond memories!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I guess he was stuck with her to the bitter end…Great story!
LikeLike
Ha, yes! Something to torment him in his final days 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
At least they have a car.
LikeLike
There is that!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Alcohol soaked huh? Maybe he uses that trophy wife for sculling a drink now.
LikeLike
Delicious, straight from the skull.
LikeLike
He has certainly come down in the world. Nice that he keeps a memento of Sophia to keep him company in his troubles. Very good story.
LikeLike
And it’s not in any way a creepy memento! I’m glad you liked it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Always good with a travelling companion… and he has a car, too. Lucky him 🙂
LikeLike
He has it all!
LikeLike
I expect Sophia is dead boring these days though.
LikeLike
Ha ha, badoom tish!
LikeLike
So many good lines in this piece – loved it!
LikeLike
Thanks, I’m glad you liked it!
LikeLike
Love the dark humour! Hope he didn’t leave Sophia to decompose out in the open… eeeww. Maybe he dug her up after she’d become a skeleton. 😉
LikeLike
Or maybe he dissolved her flesh off in a bath full of acid… 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aaaargggh! Reminds me of the acid scene in Fight Club.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I have to say that I hope he’s there in the wood to put an end to it all…
LikeLike
It would be a kindness.
LikeLike
Old dude offed his wife? No wonder he feels so rotten. Maybe he’s going to die out there with Sophia.
LikeLike
I imagine he is.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ha so despite everything they’re still together then. Dark piece, I like it
LikeLike
Thanks! There’s no dragging these two apart…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah, the poor car. Great take.
LikeLike
I can’t believe it was just abandoned out there.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Talk about a story that has a ‘back story’!! Enjoyed.
LikeLike
Thanks, there’s definitely a bit of untold history there.
LikeLike