NEVER AGAIN
Never did I imagine our drive into the French
countryside would end in disaster. We planned nothing more than to eat moules
in a tree-shaded cafė, stock up with goodies and head home.
There was no daylight left as we zigzagged
through burning tyres, dodging masked men brandishing weapons.
“They don’t stop cars - only lorries,” Dave
said, just before a torch blinded him and the door was wrenched open.
Not a gendarme was in sight as our wine hit
the road and two men squeezed into the boot.
“We are not afraid to use these guns,” they
said, “Drive.”
If we don’t end up in prison I’m burning our
passports.
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Lizy, you love a challenge. That's why you accepted it. Another good one!
ReplyDeleteThanks Helen - I must be slightly potty, I think!
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