Flash Fiction: The Night Rider

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No one saw Amber again. Her car found on the side of a remote road, untouched. No sign of foul play, her purse left sitting on the passage seat intact. The car in perfect working order. Young women from solid families didn’t just disappear into the horizon. A serial killer dubbed The Night Rider roamed, the road their hunting ground. Only a matter of time before the small community is hit again. A keen inexperienced police officer laid down bait, staging a breakdown on her own, desiring a promotion. In heels she walked along the dark road, the old asphalt crunching with every step. Lights approached her as the humming of the motor grew louder. The car slowed.

“Want a lift?” said a voice through the window.

The officer opened the car door. She gasped. Amber sat at the driver’s seat smoking a cigarette.

“We thought you were dead. Taken by the killer.”

Chilling laughter pierced through the car. The locks on the door sprung and the passenger window closed, enclosing the rookie. A blunt object hit the back of her skull. The lights went out. The killer claimed another victim.


(191 Words)


Photo provided by Jodi McKinney for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Other stories inspired by the photo can found here


  1. Whoa! Great twist! And now I’m super curious as to Amber’s story. Is she suffering from Stockholm Syndrome or has she been in on this ruse from the beginning? Such a great start to a murder mystery type novel!


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