“The three guys in the back are shouting, ‘Faster, faster, overtake, overtake.’ They’re seriously wasted. We all are. Even Gemma, two weeks outta school, first tattoo still scabbing, first jaunt with us older dudes. Drinking vodka. Neat! Vodka – it’s a Russian drink.”
“I know,” said St Peter.
“And then we come to a long straight stretch and I give it some juice. The needle touches eighty. The front left tyre blows. Pow!”
“I know,” said St Peter. “Now, that’s enough about you. Move along. Collect your wings from Hut 3.
“And do something about that bird-cage breath.”
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge found here.