Barking: 99 Word Flash Fiction

A View From My Summerhouse

Tailgaters are rude, selfish and arrogant.  Today, I got my own back.  Driving on a dual carriageway (two lane freeway), I pulled out into the fast lane to overtake a slow van and an even slower car just ahead.

And there he was, fast approaching in my rear view window in his shiny black Beemer, king of the road.  I kept to the 70 mph speed limit and kept watch until he was practically glued to my back bumper.

Okay, okay, stay right there mate, I’m overtaking, as you can see – or can you? – and I’ll pull over when I’m good and ready, but not until I overtake that other slow car just up ahead. See that?

And do you know what he did?  He attempted – I say, attempted – to cut me up by swerving way too fast and dangerously into the slow lane to overtake…

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