The kids were squabbling over something – some filter Jess was using – and Sukey could feel her blood pressure rising. Literally feel it, as if her blood was going to explode out through her skin, coating the inside of the car with sticky red gunk. She resisted the urge to scream at them to shut up – it would only lead to endless “He did”, “She did” whingeing. She took a deep breath and tried to lower her shoulders.
That was when it came – the great flash of light, just over the brow of the hill. Sukey instinctively braked, but kept her hands tight on the wheel. For a moment or two she was dazzled, couldn’t see anything. The car fell silent instantly, both kids stunned. Joe spoke first.
“What was that, mum? Was it a bomb?”
Sukey shook her head. She had no idea.
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It’s so interesting to me that so many of these stories are set in cars. I don’t drive, so I guess it never occurred to me…(K)
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I suppose it is the road that suggests it, though I personally think of that in another way and the light is my focus.
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Me too.
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