“I don’t know, Vin!”
“Fellows, please relax. You have nothing to fear. I’m here to take you on a trip.” The voice from the radio sounded like it was echoing out of some deep dank crypt where scary wet things slithered around in the darkness.
“Trip?” Mike asked, trying to sound calm. “I don’t want to go on no trip with you.”
“I’ve had enough of this. I’m breaking the fucking window and getting the fuck out of here!” Vin reached for the glove box, hoping to find something hard enough to break glass, and just as he reached for the handle, the seat belt lifted up into the air, slid across his body, and clicked into place.
Mike’s seat belt did the same thing.
The boys were now trapped in their seats . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.