Fiction
Two hundred and eighty dollars. Devon mulled over that figure in his head for the hundredth time. That's how much he saved by driving instead of flying but at this point it was looking like a pretty bad idea. The rain had not let up for hours and by now it was pitch black. He should have hit the village an hour ago but with all these back country roads twisting and turning it was easy to lose your way. That was the second thing he was mulling over. These short cuts invariably lead to getting lost. And all for what? So he could see his sister whom he hadn't talked to in three years marry a stuck up lawyer. He was not looking forward to the reception. And invariably the questions would start. How have you been, have you met anyone special, seen anyone recently?
He glanced at the map lying in the passenger seat hoping that something would miraculously pop out at him, but it didn't. Without warning a sheep appeared in his headlights. Slamming his foot on the brakes the tires squealed as they tried to gain traction in the wet conditions.
This is just a taste of things to come....
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