A Meandering Life...

By Skeena

The End, or is it..?

Frank left the city quickly with the aid of a borrowed car. It may have belonged to the gang but he wasn’t going to ask.

Through the night he headed nowhere, just away. The rain turned to sleet and he found it hard to concentrate. Oncoming headlights blinded him. It was then he realised he wasn’t alone. His heart nearly stopped as quickly as the car.

‘Keep driving Frank, you have Mr Big’s car, his girl and a boot full of money. You wouldn’t want to lose any of that would you?’

Frank thought about it for a second and put his foot to the floor.

‘Honey, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship…’

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