Wrote up my latest Weekend Quickie in the style of a relay. I wonder who will move the story on?
See it here and the stories before and after on TIW website, or mine here...-)
A yellow scorpion scurried across the bonnet of the pink Mazda2,
embarrassed as I was to find itself within 100 miles of its presence. Trust me
to borrow my wife's car on a day like this. I'd seen the shiny topped bearded
man in glasses smoking in his convertible at the 2 mile mark into Tijuana on
Highway 2 a moment ago and I parked in the nearest layby. Was that the dead
body of Carlos I'd seen in the back seat? Adjusting the fluffy pink framed
rearview mirror, I saw the car some way back at the junction. It sat there like
some big beige monster ready to change my life. But for good or bad? I knew
what Carlos had been up to and how he felt such a bigshot since getting
connected, and I knew what he'd carried out of the trailer this morning. I'd
warned him but now it was all too late. Should I do something? If I were in my
Ford truck, there'd be a shotgun under the seat. In this car, the most lethal
thing I'd find would be haircurlers. What now? A Toyota Tundra drove by with
speed back towards the vehicle.