God, it was so dark. Fumbling, I clutched the stick...shoved it into position. My feet working furiously, toes curling. And then. Suddenly. Sickeningly.
BAM! BOOM! BAM!
My tire blew. I mean, not just blew...exploded. Into a million shards of rubber. "Why, me, why?" I mutter into the raindrops falling on my face, mouth. The cold shudders me to the bone as I step out to examine the damage.
I'm babysitting. Fenwig and his Mate having gone to Costa Rica for a week to survey the terrain in anticipation of a missionary onslaught.
No spare tires.
Having no other options I roll slowly, slowly, laboriously..home.