Flash Fiction Friday – The Broken Road

There was this road; this cracked, steamy, dilapidated road that I heard about in a bar about twenty miles outside of the small town of Centralia, PA.  The gentleman (and I use that term loosely) who spoke of the road was so inebriated, I could scarcely tell if he was telling a whacked out story handed down through generations or if there was truth to the tale.

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Photo: DAM Steelman (Centralia, PA)

But I had to know.  That was my nature.  I had to get to the bottom of everything.  So, like a snake slithering back into the trees, I slipped out of the bar unnoticed, and headed for Centralia. I drove around that bright, sunny Sunday afternoon and then I saw the sign:

CENTRALIA – 2 MILES

Yes!  I overheard the road was closed.  And why wouldn’t it be?  Apparently, it was in no condition to handle any kind of traffic.  There were cracks and graffiti; steam and overgrown weeds. I came around a bend and saw the cemetery on Highway 61 that was mentioned. It was old Highway 61 I was searching for and it shot right off of new Highway 61.

I made it!  I could go back to the city and tell everyone about the broken road I stumbled upon.  Well, I could have.

You see, there was a large crack in the road, I hadn’t noticed it really, if you could believe that.  I was too busy gazing at all the profane graffiti on the sun-baked asphalt while catching glimpses of steam shooting out from cracks far down the broken road.

There was no rumble when the ground opened wide and swallowed me whole.  It was almost as if the broken road had been waiting to feast on something to quell its burning innards.

I always did have terrible timing.

*This piece is a repost from an older blog. It is one of my favorites.
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Flash Fiction Friday – The Broken Road

There was this road; this cracked, steamy, dilapidated road that I had heard about in a bar about twenty miles outside of the small town of Centralia, PA.  The gentleman (and I use that term loosely) that spoke of the road was so inebriated, I could scarcely tell if he was just telling some whacked out story handed down through generations or if there was truth to the tale.

But I had to know.  That was my nature.  I had to get to the bottom of everything.  So, like a snake slithering back into the trees, I slipped out of the bar unnoticed, and headed for Centralia. I drove around that bright, sunny Sunday afternoon and then I saw the sign:

CENTRALIA – 2 MILES

Yes!  I overheard the road was closed.  And why wouldn’t it be?  Apparently, it was in no condition to handle any kind of traffic.  There were cracks and graffiti; steam and overgrown weeds. I came around a bend and I saw the cemetery on Highway 61 that was mentioned. It was old Highway 61 I was searching for and it shot right off of new Highway 61.

I had made it!  I could go back to the city and tell everyone about the broken road I had stumbled upon.  Well, I could have.

You see, there was a large crack in the road, I hadn’t noticed it really, if you could believe that.  I was too busy gazing at all the profane graffiti on the sun-baked asphalt while catching glimpses of steam shooting out from cracks far down the broken road.

There was no rumble when the ground opened wide and swallowed me whole.  It was almost as if the broken road had been waiting to feast on something to quell its burning innards.

I always did have terrible timing.

ROW80 and Spooky Towns

Ok, so I am pretty sure this whole ROW 80 thing should be fun and interesting… but lately it is starting to feel like the kind of work I would do back in the 1920’s with oh say… a giant lump of coal and a pair of tweezers.  Yeah, I don’t know.

I have all these dang gone goals and I feel like by the time Sunday goes to sleep, Wednesday is waking up and screaming in my face!  Not to mention I signed up for the NaNoWriMo this year.  NaNoWriMo is a huge goal on my list.

As usual, I continue to read and comment blogs.  Weee! 😀

Also (as not so usual) I am keeping up with posting my blog entries 1 – 2 times per week.

I am thinking of writing a short story of sorts that will be fictional based on facts.  Nope, that’s all you get!  Don’t want to spoil the surprise. 😀

One goal I am putting on my list for this weekend:  ROAD TRIP TO CENTRALIA, PA!  My boyfriend went last weekend with friends and did some dirt bike riding.  I am going to drive up and hoof it to the creepy broken road with the steam billowing out and take lots of abstract pictures.

Kind of like this one:

Ok..So it isn’t exactly abstract.  But I know I can do better than this one here.  I love creepy places… more so I love creepy places with creepy back stories.  I was up here (Centralia) a couple of years ago.  The fact that at one time this place used to bustle with life is amazing.  Now I think less than twenty homes remain.  Sad, really.  The government decided it would be cheaper to make almost everyone leave rather than try to get rid of the fire that burns underneath.

Gotta love the government!

Goals for this week:

*Read/comment blogs

* Go to Centralia

* Write 1,000 words on WIP.

Happy ROWING! 😀

By the way… if you did not know… a creepy movie actually based on a video game confused with being based on Centralia is  Silent Hill. There is definitely some serious fiction thrown in there.  But that’s ok!  ;D  Also, if you are interested in reading more gobs of goodies on Centralia check out The Smoldering Ruins of Centralia.