A Tight Spot

Two cars face each other on a single-track road, neither wanting to back up for the other.

Minutes are spent mouthing silent insults at each other, before both drivers stubbornly continue forwards. The vehicles barely fit the width of the lane – squeezing onto the verges and scraping past each other in slow motion.

Once past each other they come to a halt. Behind them are two wing mirrors on the road, both torn off during the manoeuvre.

The drivers switch off their engines and wait once more, neither wanting to get out and retrieve their mirror first.


A 100 word story based on the photo prompt from the Friday Fictioneers.

Photo (c) Rochelle Wisoff-Fields



13 thoughts on “A Tight Spot

  1. Ah – the invincibility that’s bestowed by a metal suit on wheels. In in these situations I give in – if the other driver wants to think he’s the alpha male, fine. If it’s a woman driver, I’m just being a gentleman. I can’t be bothered with the inconvenience of getting my car fixed. A good story that rings very true.

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  2. We have a bridge, The Victoria Bridge, in Montreal where, until recently, during what was known as traffic hour, it was a two-way on one side. Let us just say that unless you had a small car, you had to pull in your mirrors otherwise…

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