Holly looked back, noticing Jan had suddenly stopped jogging. “Something wrong?”
Jan stood and pointed ahead, to the right. Holly looked where she pointed, then gasped.
They passed the clinic’s parking lot on their weekly runs without noticing it. But there was no ignoring the car that had smashed through the low brick wall, the vehicle’s front tires suspended over the debris scattered on the ground.
Holly saw the vehicle was unoccupied. A man stood to its side and wrote in a notebook. “What happened?” she whispered.
“Dunno,” Jan replied. “Somebody late for an appointment?”
“They’re gonna have to reschedule.”
There was no way I was going to not respond to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt!