Flat Hair

She couldn't start the car. It took her a long time. Long enough to think that she was being given a second chance. A chance to redeem herlesf. To admit to herself and to Sara and Beth in the back seat that what they were doing was hellishly wrong. But they were giggling like twits. Not for the humour of the situation, which was not funny at all, but for avoiding the utter horror of what had just happened. And the fact that they were, all three of them, alone.

Then the motor tuned ov er and there was no turning bacvk. The laugher from the back seat stopped and Sara peeled off into the night ushering them into the act of survival that life really is. By the time they had reached sixty kph Beth was hanging out the sky light, her hair blowing, her voice screaming some finale cry of initiation into a place she had always been to afraid to go, but was now surrounded by due to sad and unavoidable circumstances. Nueer's concentration had taken control the way it always did when she navigated foreign territory nad Sara was stifling her urge to weep.