The Graveyard

Written as part of Friday Fictioneers, which offers the image as inspiration to write a fiction in 100 words (or less) AND Midweek Wordle #5 at A Prompt Each Day, which offers a set of ten word as inspiration, from which I’ve selected five, AND 3 Word Wednesday #433 which offers the words Obedient, Somber and Raspy as inspiration for a post. Photo by Jean L. Hayes. Word Count: 100.


The Graveyard

They called it the Graveyard of Cars.

Worried parents would take their children there just before they started to learn driving, and in a raspy voice warn them of the somber fate that awaited them if they weren’t careful.

The obedient types would listen; after all, who fancied the kiss of death? They didn’t want to have a sin to confess at church.

But there were daredevils too. They thought to emulate. To break small rules wasn’t going to be a problem.

“Time for a new graveyard,” they told themselves.

Of cars, or for them?

The question was left unanswered.


(© 1st July 2015)

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108 thoughts on “The Graveyard

  1. I don’t know if it would save lives or not. Eons ago when I took Driver’s Ed, the shock-teaching was to show graphic scenes (with audio of screams) of car accidents where kids were dying; there were other techniques equally bad. It worked fine for me, I refused to drive–to my dad’s utter frustration; but other kids weren’t fazed–they drove, and some of them didn’t survive.

  2. I took Driver Education in high school. They always showed the film of a gruesome accident. It probably worked with some and not with others. Some young people think it’s never going to happen to them. Good story, Vinay. 🙂 — Suzanne

  3. A great advice. Rash and risky driving by young people scares me a lot. Wish they pay heed to the advice before it is too late.

  4. Good job weaving all those prompts together, Vinay. Masterfully done. Ah, when you’re young you think you’ll never die. I think teenagers will always be this way.

  5. Hope the dare-Devils live to answer the question. The speed loving monsters not only put their life in jeopardy but also the lives of others.

  6. I was a nervous wreck when each of my daughters reached driving age. They’re both parents themselves now, and I still have to stop myself from worrying about them on the road. Funny thing is, my mother does the same with me. Good story.

  7. My mom never sits in the front seat with me. According to her I’m a reckless driver. But of course, I object. :P.

    But on a serious note, I have lost dear ones to such graveyards. And even now we wish at times, if only they were a bit more careful.

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