"A Burning Thing" by Mel Clayton in Out of the Gutter

In Florida you expect to be chased back inside by mosquitoes, or at the least humidity. Not by a murdered-out Camaro SS. It’s parked by the dumpsters. I notice it once I hear the engine race and the tires start squalling. Panic sets in about the time I realize the Camaro is gunning right for me, and like a cat caught in a rainstorm I don’t know which way to go, and race into the hotel room just as the car splinters the doorframe. Read story here.