From a writing prompt:
“You are singing along to the radio when a voice interrupts with ‘YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED’.”
Tonight is “boy’s night,” and I am absolutely pumped. Ever since my friends and I graduated from high school, we agreed that every second Saturday of the month were to be “boy’s night”: A night where we hang out and catch up with each other. Back in our college days, all we’d do on this night is get drunk at a club and try to pick up chicks, but now things have changed. College was a long time ago and we’ve all settled down in one way or another. Suffice to say, “boy’s night” now is like book club compared to “boy’s night” back then.
I’m running pizza duty for tonight, which consists of me picking up our usual order of two large four-cheese pizzas from our favorite pizza place. On the way back home, where “boy’s night” is being held, I decided that I could use some of my guilty pleasure music: The Weather Girls. Man, my friends will never let me live down the fact that I absolutely love jamming out to this music duo. Personally, I think they’re missing out.
It was a typical drive back home with me singing along to The Weather Girls with bubbly enthusiasm. Towards the end of my trip, however, the radio suddenly goes quiet. I thought I finally wore out the CD, which wouldn’t be a surprise since I’ve listened to the CD almost every day since I got it. I was about to resign myself to the fate of completing my trip in silence, when suddenly I hear a booming voice from the radio exclaim that my wish has been granted. Then the radio went back to playing The Weather Girls, as if nothing happened.
Admittedly, I was pretty freaked out, but before I had the time to fully rationalize what happened, I was interrupted by the sound of crunching metal and breaking glass, followed by a long, agonized scream. My windshield was cracked and covered in blood. Holy fucking shit, I just ran over someone. How did I miss him? I didn’t take my eyes off the road. I look around the street and nobody’s around. Without missing a beat, I drive my car down the road full speed, hoping nobody saw the hit and run.
Did the guy have a family? Will anyone miss him? I can’t forgive myself for this. I should turn myself in. I’m a monster. I drive faster.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Something’s hitting the pavement right outside the car.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
I can’t seem to outrun it, no matter how fast I drive.
It’s getting faster. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What’s happening? Is his ghost coming to haunt me already?
I stop the car. I need to catch my breath.
What the fuck is happening? What the- WHAT THE FUCK? THERE’S BLOOD EVERYWHERE ON THE ROAD. Dead bodies all over the pavement. What’s happening?!
People falling… from the sky? Oh– oh no…
It’s raining men.