The last resort.


As usual we drove around for another half hour before my husband even acknowledged my suggestion that we were lost.

Pulling up at the  dark shabby little store was definitely a last resort for him, but he had no choice if we were to find our cottage before nightfall.

He was always the same, but with the recent landslips I didn’t want to be randomly driving around in the dark.

I sent him in, and sat in the van and waited, and waited.

That’s it, I stormed across the empty car park and barged through the dooooorrrrr, as the rest of the land slipped away.



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