Jason poked Jebbie in the side,”Hurry up, we gotta hurry and get there’.

“Get where’, she said. Jason just shrugged and thought to himself that Debbie was going totally ratty. They had talked about the destination a thousand times.

“Come on stupo”  said Debbie,” You think you are so bloody smart, talking in riddles, all you told me was that it was just around the corner, up the second on the left, down the lane and into the back of the place with the blue colour bond roofing where whats his name lives. What sort of telling me where is that?”

Jason didn’t answer and just pushed her into the car, slammed her door, jumped behind the wheel  and took off with a screech from the tyres.

Round the corner flat out and there were the cops. A quick stop. No seat belts!

‘We’ll never get there now,” said Jason. How right he was.

155 words.

This is my submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy.  We are given a photo prompt and approximately 100-150 words, give or take 25, with which to write our stories. It’s fun and addictive. Everyone is invited to participate. If you would like to do so, pick on the link, FFfAW .

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