Keep pumping

‘Keep pumping.’

Keith kept hammering the plate down. ‘I’m telling you it has a puncture.’

‘So it’s banjaxed as well?’

‘Duh! Maybe you swapped them round before?’

Chrissy stared wistfully across the valley.

‘Maybe.’

‘And you never got it repaired.’

‘I don’t …’

‘Jesus, Chrissy.’

‘Well, we’ll just have to get one of them fixed.’

‘We’re in the middle of nowhere.’

‘Then we’ll call a tow truck.’

‘I told you we should have flown.’

‘It’s an adventure.’

‘We’re going to be late for my sister’s wedding.’

‘Relax. She’ll be divorced within a year. We’ll make it to the next one.’

 

 A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.