First line this week:
Three hours into the desert their engine choked and buckled, rolling dark smoke into the pale blue sky.
One looked at the other and then back at the smoke billowing from their vehicle.
They were a long way by now from anywhere.
The sun was doing what it did best in the desert, baking everything it fell upon.
In their minds, they thought of the consequences of this moment.
The odds were not good.
They had told the road house-keeper of their plans. They would be expected in the next town by sundown.
They checked their supplies. Plenty of water. Plenty of food, if you liked dried beef.
They checked their GPS.
But wait said one there is this.
He produced a mirror.
With that, he began reflecting the sun’s beams. He knew they could be seen beyond the horizon.
The next day after enduring the heat of the day and the cold of the night help arrived.
By then they were getting desperate and stupid ideas such as “let’s walk for help” began to enter their minds.
They were extra relieved when a van with ‘Roadside Assistance’ printed on the side pulled up beside them.