Escape

Ending 1: A Blue Chevy Malibu Writing Challenge ending

Photo by Iakov Kalinin

As they sped down the open road, wind rushing through their hair, Mel couldn’t help but feel the weight of the world slowly fading away. The rhythmic purring of the car drowned out her worries and doubts about the job offer that would mean moving away from familiar places, family, and friends. In that moment, a sense of liberation and possibility replaced them.

“Look at the sky,” Mike’s voice filled with wonder. “It’s like a painting, isn’t it?”

Mel nodded, her eyes glued to the canvas of colors above them. It was a masterpiece—a swirl of purples, pinks, and golds. The clouds danced in harmony, as if whispering secrets to each other.

They drove deeper into the unknown, leaving behind the safety of familiarity. The road ahead was an endless ribbon, tempting them to explore its mysteries.

As the sun descended behind the horizon, a loud bang shattered the tranquility. The car jerked violently, spinning out of control.

Everything became a blur of screeching tires and shattering glass. Mike’s laughter turned into screams, and Mel felt the world around her fade into darkness.

When Mel finally regained consciousness, she lay on the ground, surrounded by twisted metal. Her brother’s body lay motionless a few feet away, his face frozen in an expression of terror.

Reality crashed down harder than before. She had escaped for a moment, but now a nightmare trapped her.

Tears streamed down her face as she realized the price they had paid—the bitter truth that sometimes escaping reality comes at a devastating cost.

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Author’s Note

This is the first of three endings I wrote for Blue Chevy Malibu.

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