That Ambulance Again

a short-short story by john shirley

“It’s that ambulance again, same one following me, night after night, Allie, and maybe you’re right, he’s just crazy, I’m going to ask what the hell he’s doing!…Hey you, creep, why you following my car?”
“I’m followin’, mister, because something bad’s coming and you’re gonna need me, whatever it is–maybe a meteor, maybe a truck…”
“You were right, Allie, he’s crazy and there he is again!”
“Don’t stare into the rear view at this speed, Slim, you’re going to hit that truck–”

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