This is based on the latest Microcosms prompt – a 300 word story incorporating these elements
National Park, Day Tripper, Thriller
‘Hey Bud. Can you get this one?’ Jimmy headed for the men’s room.
The car was a classic, Gran Torino. The driver wound down his window ‘What gives, fella?’
Bud tugged at the sweat patches on his shirt. ‘Park’s on lock down. Some crazy at the visitor centre.’
The driver had a sharp smile. Bud thought ‘matinee idol’ and shook his head. Mabel would have liked him. ‘You need to turn round.’
The driver seemed in no hurry. ‘Like ‘74?’
Bud frowned, glancing at Jimmy. Young’un always teased him if he mentioned the siege of ‘74.
‘I heard one of you Rangers was the hero that day.’
Him. Bud. Took a bullet though not a hero. Shut in the John, wetting himself. Ran out covered in blood, thought he was dying and clattered the perp by accident.
‘Ancient history.’ Bud adjusted his glasses. ‘Bit young to remember that, ain’t you?’
‘You not heard the news? Guy who did it, he got out. You guys think he’s back to finish it off?’
‘It?’ Bud wished he’d just leave.
‘I heard he had a grudge, you know?’ The driver pulled off a glove. The back of his hand was covered in a tattoo.
Bud wondered why it was familiar. ‘Yeah, so he claimed. He was just a nutter.’
There was a movement behind the driver’s mirror shades, like he blinked or something. He said, ‘He thought there never should have been a park here, on sacred land.’ He turned to look into the park. ‘Probably.’
Bud was suddenly conscious everywhere was quiet. Jimmy had disappeared, too. The driver’s hand covered Bud’s. A gun pointed up at Bud from the driver’s lap. ‘My daddy never forgot you, Bud. What you did. Time I introduced you properly and we finished what he started.’