“I swear they’re following us, they’ve found us” Flo screamed, taking a sharp turn tyres screeching. The small white car behind them did too.
“Take a left” Bert exclaimed, grabbing his pistol from the glove box and pulling the handbrake. Three sharp pops later the car careered into a lamp post, a white haired driver slumped over the wheel.
Bert got back into the car. “Drive!” he shouted.
“Perhaps Flo doesn’t want the coat she left at church” Mary asked herself as the bullet passed through her eye into her brain and opened up the back of her skull.