(50 word fiction)
Spinning tires smoked as vines ensnared the car and dragged it deep into the forest. Hungry auto-trolls leaped out from the boughs of gnarly trees gnashing their metallic fangs.
A tumultuous din.
Silence.
Erratic skid marks led back to an expired meter.
Above it stood a sign.
"Maximum parking 120 minutes only."
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