As the massive spacecraft lowered itself into the culvert and made a deafening noise that wasn't so different from a horn, Russell regretted challenging the three strangers to a race. But he refused to panic. If he couldn't outrace them, he'd have to outsmart them. He rolled down his window and shouted.
"Remember, you have to go THROUGH the tunnel for it to count. You can't fly over it!" The pilot acknowledged with another thunderous honk.
The flag went down. Russell floored it. Tires squealed. He was racing for the fate of the Earth, and he wasn't going to lose.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.