He thumped the wheel with the heel of his hand and gripped the key again. Heard the engine search and stutter in the darkness. He slammed the door of the Cortina behind him, and blinkered by his upturned collar, started home on foot. The lanes were quiet. Not a person passed him. And the snow […]
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