Torment 2
Part Two of a 100-word drabble that is turning into a series.
You can catch up with Part One
They sped off in the stolen station wagon laughing and giggling as only drunks do.
They’d gone a few miles when Sam the driver had a sudden thought. “Hey, where’s my bag?” He glanced at the back seat. Empty. “It must’ve slipped off when I punched that jerk.”
Sam punched the steering wheel and stamped on the brakes skidding to a halt. “Damn, nothing for it, we’ve got to go back to get it.” He gunned the engine, tyres squealing to get grip they did a U-turn and headed back to the scene of the crime.
You can catch up with Part One