They were still following behind. Good. Just a few more miles and all of this would be over soon.
She gripped the steering wheel with her lambskin gloves and resisted the urge to gun the gas. Patience, she told her self. She could hold out a little while longer. It also wouldn’t make sense to lose control of the car just because…
She blew out another strained breath and peered out her side mirror. Guilt niggled at her insides. It had been doing so since that entire time and nothing she did could drawn out it sound, not even the radio.
She’d long since turned that off. It wasn’t helping. If anything it was making her anxiety worse and the edge to be on the other side of this stretch of road sharper than an executioner’s blade.
She eased on the gas as the destination grew larger and the car behind her pulled closer to her bumper.
Almost with a battle cry, she thrust her hand beneath her car seat and pulled it out again, thrusting it out the window.
“Here!” She didn’t mean to shout. Neither did she mean to splash milk that smelt like it had spent far too much time in the blazing heat of the car at her brother-in-law.
“Daddy!” Her nephew, Felix, giggled at his father making his aunt’s mouth fall open. It was as if the child was the real-life Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde the way he switched from wailing fog horn to angelic being descended from the heavens.
Illusions, they were all illusions.
At least she had played the part of the dotting aunt for a spell, another illusion. The smile on her sister’s face mirrored by that of her brother-in-law were true, however. And that is what made the illusions all worth it.
*A strange twist to my tale. The story of the flustered aunt won over that of the potential assassin. Such is life. These are my results for MONDAY’S MUSE WRITING PROMPT MARCH 5th, 2018.