Danny was running out of steam. His focus was solely the next three yards of tarmac.
One hundred metres more, then walk from there.
The impact blindsided him. He skidded up the bonnet, hit the windscreen, then catapulted forward, landing in a heap.
A car door slammed.
‘Moron! Don’t move! You could have broken something.’
‘You broke it for me,’ he muttered.
‘You ran in front of me, idiot. You okay?’
‘Do I look okay?’
‘You look an idiot who’s going to buy me a new headlight.’
‘And you look like the angel who’s going to take me to hospital.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
That's a really effective description of the impact, Rob. I wonder what the insurance people are going to make of those characters...
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