What a finale!

Several recurring themes here tying together – the unopenable doors, Sylvia, the lighter, the convertible, the scratch guarantee – you snuck them in deftly and then followed Chekhov’s principle with real panache… Well done, and, once more, thankyou for entering! MH :)

Thanks.

The hardest part was the red convertable. I wasn’t sure people would get that she won John’s car through the divorce. :)

and one more you didn’t mention was the paperboy —he has tomorrow’s newspaper ready. ;)

D; I KNEW IT. Proven law of nature!

What a wonderful ending… I actually imagined it all and it made me dizzy. _

I will read more of your stuff now~

(Also. I am unsure if I’m supposed to rate this… but it’s better to be over dressed than under dressed right?)

i think you left out a noun after red..
Anyway, i think the detail about the seat belt is tragic. He chose to die quickly. Stupid safety locks, though they aren’t on the driver’s door usually. And how did the gang member have time to get under the car? I thought he was driving and slowed to get John..

I think red can be a noun, right?

I think so, I sort of assumed there was an imaginary patch of in front of it.

This is a thrilling trilogy, you masterfully apply Chekhov’s gun to, it seems, almost everything! The turn of events is almost melodramatic, appropriate considering the inspiration.
The last line is a nice little touch, stopping the piece from being too horrific considering what happens.