Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
Dad was hauling ass through the parking lot.
Every few seconds, his eyes would flick up to the rear view mirror. I was afraid he would run someone over.
“Just hang in there, Russell!”
Dad was shouting at my brother, who was pale and sweaty.
“Try not to vomit, Russell!”
As if receiving some signal, or perhaps hearing the magic word, Russell burst forth with gray and beige fluid, thick with pieces of pineapple. The foul brew splattered against the back of the driver’s seat like debris from an explosion.
“Aw fuck, Russell! C’mon! You didn’t even try!”