Another drabble for Friday Flash! This one is inspired by the truly fabulous panoramic image from wiki commons.
She clambered up to the roof of her house. Ah, pristine snow, green pines and quiet. If only the snow wouldn’t damage her shingles every month.
She was prying damaged shingles off when she heard a loud rumble. She looked up and gaped at her air-car. It bumbled up the mountain, smoke streaming from behind like a great black tail, wobbling like her boy when he had too much to drink.
She stared in disbelief when it crashed into her backyard.
The door flipped open and her son stumbled out, blood running from his nose. “I’m sorry, Ma.”