‘What have I told you? Don’t get in the car until I’ve told you it’s safe.’
‘Who’d want to kill you?’ Kayleigh said, leaving the car door open.
‘Your mother for a start.’ Harry extended a rod, directing the mirror under the sill.
‘If our car exploded, do you think it would make as big a mess as the Brighton bomb?’
‘It would make a mess of us. And ...’ Harry paused, re-directed the mirror.
‘Back in the house, Kayleigh.’
He dropped to the tarmac and peered under the Cortina.
‘Go. And ring 999. Ask for the bomb squad.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.