Horrific yet comic. A series of events that individually were nothing, but together in place and moment, produced the perfect slapstick.
The allied jeep skewed criminally fast round the corner, chasing the Oberstleutnant who, necessarily negligent of road safety, didn’t see the planks over the bomb debris.
The car rammed his bike up the makeshift ramp, launching him, howling, arms spread like the Nazi eagle on his tunic, to smack into the wall of La Mairie.
We cleaned away the blood but left the embedded bike for chuckles.
It’s dark humour but after war, you take relief however it comes.
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.