Wednesday, September 16, 2015

100 Words a Day 696

Once the car was on the lift, the damage to the underside was easy to see. The spike had punched a hole through the plating protecting the engine. Fluid dripped from the hole.

“Well, shit,” Zugzug said.

“Yeah,” agreed Bashuk. “We could have limped home without the armor, but how are we going to fix the leak?”

Zugzug rubbed his chin, tilted his chin, and scrunched his brow in thought.

“We could push it,” suggested Runty.

“Not now Runts,” said The Fox.

“Sorry Fox.”

Zugzug released his chin. “I’ve got an idea. But you won’t like it.”

The Fox sighed.

No comments:

Post a Comment