PHOTO PROMPT – © Al Forbes
The car rolled into town, adorned with human skulls and other various bones. People gave it a wide berth, just the way Jackson liked it. His voodoo priest getup-complete with top hat and white face paint-only helped his cause.
Ever since the government collapsed the world had become a dangerous place. Keeping people at a distance was safer. Inspiring fear, even better. A stolen car and a few mutilated corpses were a small price to pay.
Now came the part he hated most: filling the gas tank. It meant he’d have to barter with yet another crazy hillbilly.
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February 25th, 2016 at 11:14 PM
What a nasty world you have created. Good job!
February 26th, 2016 at 1:04 AM
I shudder to imagine what he has to offer.
February 26th, 2016 at 6:59 AM
That’s a good question. I’m not sure I want to know the answer either.
February 26th, 2016 at 6:17 AM
Dear Adam,
I don’t which is worse, the voodoo driver or the crazy hillbilly. Wait! Do I hear banjos?
Shalom,
Rochelle
February 26th, 2016 at 6:29 AM
You’ve got to be a bit crazy to survive in a crazy world, but my bet is on the hillbilly to be worse. The voodoo act is just for show.
February 26th, 2016 at 6:18 AM
I suppose that means he’s in my neck of the woods. He’s better get a Rebel flag. :)
February 26th, 2016 at 6:58 AM
Either that or just keep moving along until he finds some place devoid of other people. I don’t think he cares much for most of them.
February 26th, 2016 at 7:37 AM
One of your most horrifying stories yet - no-one should be exposed to a crazy hillbilly.
February 26th, 2016 at 8:49 AM
I’ve heard it’s contagious. Probably best to stay away.
February 26th, 2016 at 5:30 PM
Great dystopian scene. Total anarchy is scary, and it’s interesting to see that the craziest character is scared, too.
February 26th, 2016 at 10:48 PM
Hillbillies and Hicks. GAH, the horror. Acting voodoo to keep people at bay is brilliant, course it’s all good till someone catches on.
February 27th, 2016 at 6:57 AM
I think that’s why he never stays in one place very long and hates interacting with people.
February 27th, 2016 at 9:34 PM
Oh, no! Times are bleak. Driving around with corpses. I wonder what he will barter. Fun, creepy story.
February 28th, 2016 at 12:10 PM
“Gas don’t come cheap, you know” said the crazy hillbilly spitting a stream of tobacco juice out the side of his mouth.
February 28th, 2016 at 7:02 PM
I couldn’t have said it better myself. He may be better off finding a nice place to settle down.
February 28th, 2016 at 7:55 PM
I think he should head north. Although northerners probably wouldn’t recognize the voodoo get-up, they’d still stay away 😁
March 1st, 2016 at 10:16 AM
What would be sufficient payment in the mind of a crazy hillbilly? I don’t think I want to delve into the mind of a crazy hillbilly. That’s got to be scary. Well done, Adam. :) — Suzanne
March 6th, 2016 at 6:46 PM
With his ‘adornments’ and a Hillbilly is the crazy one???
March 6th, 2016 at 8:04 PM
Kind of makes you wonder about the hillbillies he’s met thus far on his journey to make him question this one before meeting him, no?