Wednesday, September 9, 2015

100 Words a Day 690

I tilted my head and saw our pursuers out of the corner of my eye. I jerked the wheel, sending our nose smashing into the side of their ride and pushing them off the road. The rattling of their tires across the stony incline mixed with the screams of the occupants before ending in a thunderous crash, out of sight.

I drew my hand across my forehead and then wiped the sweat on my pants before returning my focus to the asphalt. There was still one more rattling road machine behind me, and this one had a front mounted ram.

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