Fang 1

Gypsy

“Oh, God, please no.” My words came out a muttered hiss as the engine that had been running fine for months started to splutter. The whole van lurched forward, jutting me from my seat. I wrapped my hands around the steering wheel and prayed. “Come on, baby, don't do this.”

Another cough from the engine, and my eyes closed on their own.

This couldn't be happening to me, not in the middle of nowhere. Hell, I hadn't even seen another car pass me in over forty minutes. If my pride and joy decided to break down there and then, I was going to be well and truly stranded.

“Come on, just a few more miles. You can do it.” I knew how ridiculous I sounded talking to an inanimate object, but it wasn't like I had anyone else to talk to. Unless you counted Woofy, and he was asleep, as usual.

That's all it would take, a few more miles. Twenty tops. And then I would be at the town I planned on calling home. It wasn't very far at all, but it might as well have been a million miles at that time