היה לי אתמול חלום בלהות על ערפדים שמכריחים אותי להבריח אותם מהמשטרה ובסוף אוכלים אותי. בעעע
"…there you go. Here, grab the keys."
"Hm?"
"what, you thought I'm driving you back too? Heh. Too busy, kid. You're driving yourself home."
"Oh" came Toby's short reply, as he struggled with his raincoat.
***
It ended. Another failure he never dreamed to be a success. Must be Tuesday.
After three and a half hours, Toby hoped, the downpour will ease up. It didn't. Stepping in every puddle, soaking and wet and cold and not giving a damn about anything that isn't a meter in front of him, Toby finally reached the car.
Somebody was in it.
***
Faintly, weakly, thoughts slumbered across his mind one by one. The first dismissed the sight as an illusion, or a reflection of someone on the windshield. The second tried to take a less opinionated stand, stating that there, in fact, seems to be something in the driver's seat. The third identified the figure as his uncle. The fourth annihilated its predecessor out of existence by pointing out that Toby was supposed to get home by himself. The fifth decided that the bird that had just relieved itself right above him was indeed an expert marksman. The sixth decreed that no matter what is sitting in the car, something must be done, because the sound of an engine revving up is usually not good
news.
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