Her hands slippery with sweat, she grips the wheel as they crawl along the quiet road into fading light.
His voice is gravelly.
She steers to the side.
“Stop the engine”
Her obedient turn of the key leaves a charged stillness.
Not wanting to look at him she stares ahead. Her mind struggles with visions of her husband and children waiting at home, becoming anxious. She tries to swallow but a cotton wool mouth prevents relief.
He turns, looks at her and she withers as she hears words she’s been dreading.
“I regret to say you’ve failed on this occasion”
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