The Scar

[Fiction] Friday Challenge for February 15, 2008:This Week’s Theme: Tell the story of a character’s physical scar.

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The Scar

Wicked doesn’t have very many scars on his body, he considers himself very blessed, not to have had any surgeries in his life time and is always praying that it remains that way. The one scar over his right eye, which is barely visible now, because it happened when he was so young, it seems like it was almost an eternity ago, it’s almost like a vague dream now, but it was a real life threatening event. Wicked doesn’t even recall all the details of that night, but that’s not unusual either because he doesn’t have a very good memory. He sometimes thinks that’s because he has blocked out certain things that he doesn’t want to remember about his life.

What he does recall of that night is the vehicle that he and seven of his friends were riding in on that snowy winter’s night. It was a 1969 Dodge Coronet 440 cu. in. that produced 375 hp and it had a 4 speed manual transmission. The car had bucket seats and there were four people crammed into the back seat of the car. No one was wearing their seat belts either, that kind of thing was for losers back then. They were racing a 1957 Chevrolet and having a great time with all the excitement of the race, they were all drinking beers and having the time of there life.

It was very late at night and they were all headed to the only place to get gas at that late hour. The driver let one of the front tires get off the road and when he went to get back on the road the car flipped over and landed on the roof. The car was traveling at a high rate of speed and it seemed like the car was out of control for a long time, really it was probably just a few seconds. The car was skidding like a sled out of control on its roof then smashed into the railroad crossing light pole and finally came to rest at the side of the road.

We were all franticly trying to get out the car, kicking at the back window because we could smell gasoline and thought that the car was going to burst into flames at any moment. The doors wouldn’t open because they were jammed because of the accident. Someone finally got a window open and we all hurried to get out of the car. Wicked thinks the only reason no one was seriously hurt is because we were packed in the car so tight that we could hardly move.

That’s how Wicked got that scar over his eye, he feels like he cheated death that night, but he guesses that it just wasn’t his time to die that night. The driver swears that the passenger in the front seat grabbed the wheel and caused the accident. It couldn’t have been from all that drinking and excessive speed on the snowy roads could it?

Thanks for listening,


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3 Responses to The Scar

  1. N says:

    What a terrifying experience. I\’m glad that you survived.

  2. Paul says:

    I believe we all have a time, which we cannot know about.  Perhaps a sign to change ways.  Sometimes it takes a lot to get the message through.  Sounds like a horrific experience.

  3. Jeff says:

    Wicked has managed to survive many of life’s lessons, which has left him questioning whether or not he has learned from the past. His constant need for excitement in life and the pursuit of the unknown has him wondering, what is going to happen next?
    Thank you for your comments and Enjoy Life!

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