Saturday, February 9, 2013

100 Words a Day 180, 36 Plots 17/36

It seemed like a good idea. They were in San Francisco, at the top of a hill with a steep lip, and in a car. What else were they supposed to do?

They floored it and went hurtling towards the slope. The car sailed into the air before smashing nose first into the pavement.

After disentangling themselves from the airbags they found the doors had bent and wouldn’t open. They hauled themselves free of the car by the sunroof and inspected the damage. There were several fluids flowing away from the car and they could see the radiator was toast.

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