Flash Fiction

The two of them huddled together for the extra warmth. Even though they were tightly wrapped in the silvered foil recovery blankets, every time a vehicle, particularly the thirty six wheeled, two storey juggernauts thundered by they shuddered. Their transport, which lay as smouldering wreck half way up the baffle banking, it too, juddered and rocked as the huge vehicles screamed past. They even, though their demeanour did not show it, were a grateful twosome. They appear to have survived what has become known as a DNG, that is, David Not Goliath. When their small three wheel, two person, lightweight transport had been sucked into the wheels of a passing, hurtling juggernaut. They were mincemeat, but it appears they were not. It appears that the ensuing explosion had cast them aside, leaving them bruised but undead. So it appeared, yet they huddled together for warmth because they were cold, so cold.