Squeaking filled the deathly silence. An old polished car arrived up the mountain.” Are you alright? There’s a station up the road. I can take you there,” an old voice asked. I thought for a moment and then I hopped in.
I glanced down at my watch. “Do you have to be somewhere?” he asked. “Were you in that car?” He wouldn’t give up. As he tilted his head towards me, staring into my goggles, there was an image, but what?
Losing control of the wheel. It was too late as we slid over the edge of the bank.
Before I could catch him, he went with the car. There wasn’t enough time, I regret it already.
By Lara
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