Hell Hath No Fury

Travers de Navacelles

She took his car. That was the part of it that seemed so very funny as she sped away from his villa, top down, with her red hair waving like a banner. She’d left his Kiton suits shredded in the closet, his Porthault Jours sheets burning in a heap in the driveway, and every single bottle of his collection shattered in the wine cellar. But she’d taken his car, the thing he loved more than life itself. Well, at least he loved it more than her. Probably not more than Emilie.

Her mouth went bitter at the thought of the woman—her one-time trusted friend. Her confidant.

She bumped the volume and stomped the gas pedal to erase the thought. She’d take the next switchback faster—go full throttle on straightaway. The speedometer crept to 80, then 100. When she got to the next turn, she wouldn’t use the brakes.

150 words.

This has been an edition of What Pegman Saw, a weekly location-based fiction prompt. To read more stories inspired by the prompt, click here.


  1. Ah, love. What do you bet he has a two million Euro insurance policy on his wife?

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    1. Sigh. Most likely.

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  2. Hell truly hath no fury! Somehow I hope she makes it around the next bend and the next and HE will have hell to pay in the future. Great take on this picture. Thanks for a wonderful place to write about. (Where’s the rest of our Pegman gang?)

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    1. I know! So quiet. Thanks for reading Alicia!


  3. Superb comeuppance. Hope she rips me apart.

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  5. jellico84

    Just this morning, on the news, this very scene was played out by a suicidal gentleman in Cincy. It is sad, so very sad…the car this morning left the roadway and buried itself 45 ft approx. into a very dense forest. At least the trees hid the view of the wreckage from the news cams. So very sad.

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    1. How tragic! Oh I keep hoping the one in my story comes to her senses. Thanks for reading!

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  6. Little do we know that they first met on the set of a James Bond movie – where she was the stunt driver and that she’s an extreme driving instructor on the side…so, hairpin turns at 100+ = no problemo. 😀 Him ever getting his car back = no chance. Happily Ever After for her = you betcha. Okay…I can dream. Loved the story.

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    1. I love your epilogue–that’s fabulous! Thanks for reading and thanks for your kind words.

      As a side note– hope to see you do a Pegman prompt sometime!

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      1. I’ll have to look into it. 🙂

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  7. Dear Karen,

    I hope she’ll take deep breaths before carrying out her plan. Better to douse the car with gasoline like Angela Bassett did in “Waiting to Exhale.” 😉 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGwV4mrOCJo
    Enjoy. 😉 I did. Good story either way.



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    1. That’s a good plan, I hope so too. Thanks for reading 🙂


  8. Michael B. Fishman

    A sad story. Hopefully she makes her way out of the car before that next turn and if not, I’m hoping that Emilie is stashed away in the trunk.

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    1. That’s a great twist! Thanks for reading and commenting.


  9. peterkirsch

    Poor girl. Emilie’s not worth it; neither is he. I hope she changes her mind. Or something in the road changes it for her?

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    1. Hope so too. Thanks for reading 🙂


  10. pennygadd51

    “The engine sputtered and died. She saw with disbelief that the fuel gauge was pressed firmly against ‘Empty’. Without the thrill of speed to anaesthetise her…the car coasted to a halt”

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    1. Best ending ever!


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