In her rear-view mirror, she saw Gene turn. He looked at the bush, at her, at the bush again, and then felt his pockets. Phone, wallet, ke...
He bolted for the bush. Heather slammed her hand against the ignition and turned the key. Grinding metal. The car was already on. She floored it and turned for the bush. No clear plan had formed in her mind but she could see Gene sprinting. The bush arrived and the car rose up to meet it, bouncing over the rockery and screeching up the hill. Grinding metal again. The wheels were spinning. Smoke and dirt everywhere. The bush was attained. The keys were safe, crushed beneath the undercarriage.
She leaned back and laughed. She knew she was an idiot. But the look on his face when he realized he'd lost would be worth it.
| hero | Gene |
|---|---|
| villain | Heather |
| goal | Guilt |