‘Okay, this is it. Buckle up, kid, this might be one heck of ride.’
Tommy turned the ignition key.
‘Are you sure this is a good idea, T?’ Sally asked.
‘Are you sure that staying is a better one? We need to get away, Sal, spread our wings, see the world.’ He gunned the engine.
‘But where are we going?’
‘Wherever the road takes us. I don’t care as long as it’s far from here and your father.’
‘He’s just worried about me.’
‘And now he’ll have a reason.’ Tommy let out the clutch, pulling out slowly into blinding snow.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.