Katie was in a hurry to get home. A long drive, more than six hours, since she left Nick’s place. This long-distance relationship thing was just not going to work for much longer. A decision would have to be made. Either break up, or they move closer.
Placing her water bottle to her lips, she swore under her breath when she realised it was empty. God, she was parched. Her tongue was wool, thick and dry in her mouth. Her throat scratchy. See, another reason this relationship needed changing. All this driving, especially in the dark, was making her sick.
She tossed the empty bottle to the floor at the passenger seat. She’d collect it with her handbag and overnight case, when she parked her car.
The block of flats was close now. Almost home. Once she drove around this corner, she’d be able to see her apartment block, and if it wasn’t the dead of night, she’d be able to see the sea stretching to the horizon just behind it. She sighed, delighted to soon be dropping into bed.
In that moment, a flash of red flooded her vision and the screech of tyres filled the space around her. The scent of burnt rubber made her eyes water. The driver of the red Ferrari was already heading into the distant inky black, but Katie saw him flipping the bird, his arm out of the open driver’s side window.
‘What a nincompoop,’ Katie said, shaking her head in disbelief.