Gavin ignores the request. It’s like he’s playing on his XBox, his gaze fixed twenty metres ahead, the car an extension of himself.
They hurtle round a corner on a perfect line, the g-force tilting them in their seats.
‘Gavin!’ This isn’t a game to Chloe, it’s a rollercoaster ride and she’s scared.
‘Relax. I know this road like the back of my hand.’
They crest a hill, the wheels leaving the slick road.
An over-sized truck fills the windscreen.
Chloe screams, Gavin instinctively turns hard left, hitting the brakes.
The car smacks into a wall and cartwheels.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.