A drabble is a very short story of exactly 100 words. Feel free to join in and write your own drabbles on Fridays and tag them with “friday drabble” and on Twitter with the hashtag #fridaydrabble. This one is somewhat of an attempt asking the reader to put themselves in the same situation.
“What are you doing?” Jen asked tightly as the car pulled to a stop.
Ryan glanced in the rearview at the car with its hood up and the man standing next to it. “He needs help. There’s no one out here.”
“That’s right. There’s. No. One. Out. Here,” she articulated slowly. “What if he’s… dangerous?”
“Come on, Jen. He could be stranded here all night. Aren’t we supposed to… to do unto others and all that?”
“Ryan, I’m serious.”
He exhaled heavily, her worry eroding his sense of righteousness.
“You stay here. I’ll check,” he said, opening his car door.