John Ling's Flash Fiction

Here's a nibble of fiction written by published author John Ling. It's actually the opening chapter of his novel in progress, but he reckons it stands well as flash fiction too and has kindly allowed me to post it up here.

Benjy
Benjamin Chang died suddenly, violently.

It happened when his tire blew out and went flat on the way home. He stopped at the side of the road and got down, braving the growl of passing vehicles, blinking away the grogginess in his eyes.

 His wife Emma lowered her window, yawning as she did. "It's not safe, dear. Come back inside. We'll call for a tow truck"

He knelt and fumbled with the tire. He gave her his winning smile. "No, it's alright. I think I can handle it." 

And that's when he got sideswiped by a drifting SUV. In the predawn darkness, Emma never saw its number plate or its model. All she saw was poor Benjy being flung by the bone cracking impact, his arms and legs twisting.

Emma screamed and screamed.