Friday, 9 August 2013
Flash Fiction Friday: Urgent Delivery
Just my fucking luck, snow. Today of all fucking days I thought to myself as I hurriedly cleared the fresh white covering from my car. Of all the days I hadn't got the time to fuck about today was that day.
The roads would be absolute chaos, gritters were rarely seen nowadays and everyone who was driving would be slower than ever and time was not on my side. The goods in my trunk had to be delivered, no matter what and if they weren't I wouldn't get paid and it would be me that would be left to dispose of his fucking body.