Day 27 of
writing_festPrompt: Car crash
“Brake, bit. Brake,” Spike cautioned, trying to keep the slight panic out of his voice. The girl was fragile and he didn’t want her damaged in any fender bender.
Sweaty hands at ten and two o’clock and determined look on her face, Dawn slowed, stopping completely at the Stop sign before taking a right toward the school parking lot.
“This is harder than it looks. There’s more stuff going on than I thought there’d be.”
“No worries, you’re doin’ great. Only clipped the one trash can today. We’ll just keep using Harris’ car until you get a bit more practice.”