(Just follow the thread . .)
Your Driver is 4 Stops Away
I blink at the tiny, blurred letters dancing around my phone screen.
Then at the map below.
Then at the empty vodka bottle below that.
Oh crap, what have I bought this time?
“What?” I cry “I haven’t got the TV on! I haven’t even got the bloody toaster on!”
The banging stops.
Outside my head at least.
I slip off the sofa and stumble to the kitchen where I wash down a palmful of pills with a small glass of water and a large glass of whisky
I stare at my phone until a small dot comes into focus sitting on a road half a mile away. My eyes swim lazily round the screen but nothing tells me what to expect.
How bad can it be?
Quite bad actually, given the state of my head and the living room.
The only good thing about living in this crappy old terraced house is my neighbour is an octogenarian widow - no pounding music, screaming infants or domestic squabbles. Now suddenly I can’t breathe without her bony knuckles hammering their disapproval!
The silence brings the faintest of smiles to my sweat-drenched face and I collapse back onto the sofa.
Your Driver is 2 Stops Away
Where is he now? Hmmm, Loomis Street. Hurry up mate, I need some fresh air. And bacon
Hmmm . . . what is her name?
“In each case, the body was removed before the cause of death could be determined . . .”
I yawn and tap the Off button. At least this makes a change from Eileen celebrating her 100th with a glass of sherry and Boy Scouts sitting in baths of beans for the local hospice.
Now where’s that delivery?
I shuffle to the window and pull back the curtain.
It takes a few seconds for my bloodshot eyes to adjust to the midday light.
Then I freeze at what I see . . .
Poor Mrs . . what IS her name? She wasn’t moaning about the noise, she was trying to get help . .
Your Driver is 1 Stop Away
Thank God, not long now!
Wait, that’s strange . .
The dot seems to be outside next door.
I frown down at my phone.
What the hell’s going on?
Now the dot’s outside my house.
I look up.
So is the hearse.
I thump the wall hopelessly as my face burns and my head starts to swim.
And as the room darkens and I fall to the floor, the last thing I see is my phone screen . .
Your Driver Will Be With You Very Soon