A Heart in the Right Place by Heide Goody & Iain Grant

Author:Heide Goody & Iain Grant [Goody, Heide & Grant, Iain]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0993365531
Publisher: Pigeon Park Press
Published: 2018-11-30T00:00:00+00:00

38

Nick stared up at the trees above them. He raised his hand against the light of the setting sun. “I think I see movement.”

“I should think the whole mountainside is moving,” said Tony. “Turn it over again.”

Nick squinted up the mountain. “It’s that woman,” he said, leaning out of the car. “That crazy woman is still coming after us. I think she really might be a terminator.”

“The terminator’s a man, son,” said Tony. “Turn it over.”

“Huh?”

Tony pointed at the ignition. “Turn it over. It might work this time.”

“Dad, I don't think this car should go anywhere. It needs serious attention. Don't forget it's a vintage model.”

“I don't want to panic you, but I think we should consider the possibility a mentally deranged lady on the mountain is coming for us. There’s no doubt she means us harm. If your car gets bust-up by us driving it, then you're just going to have to take it on the chin. We need to get out of here.”

Nick turned the ignition. It grunted, roared briefly, before settling into a deeply unhappy put-put-splutter noise. When Nick put it into gear, it grew worse. He might be able to ignore the squealing engine, but he couldn't ignore the crunching and banging from the suspension. He'd never driven a clown car with square wheels, but guessed it would be something like this. They bounced unsteadily over the bushes and lumpy grass; it didn’t get much better when they joined the dirt track. There were no brakes but it didn't matter: the car’s top speed was no more than ten miles per hour as it lurched up and down.

“Classic,” said Tony.

“Pardon?”

“Your car. It is, at best, a classic car. To be a vintage, it has to have been built before nineteen thirty.”

“Is that so?”

“It’s the precise definition. Veteran, vintage, post-vintage, classic.”

“A classic, huh?” Behind them came a clunk and a crash. “What was that?”

“Bumper,” said Tony. “Keep going, we can always fetch it later.”

“We need to go up there to get away,” said Nick, pointing right.

“There’s more of a flat area if we go straight on,” said Tony. “Let’s go this way for now and see where we might be able to turn.”

Moments later Nick’s door popped open. He leaned over and pulled it shut but it responded by immediately falling off. He felt exposed as the chilly air rushed in. Pickles barked in excitement.

“We could run faster than this,” said Nick. He looked at the wing mirror for signs of the woman, realised there was no wing mirror, and risked looking back out of the door gap. He couldn’t see her, which was notionally a good thing, but not all that reassuring.

“There was a woman terminator,” he said.

“Was there?”

“In the third film.”

“There’s been three terminator films?”

“Dad, there’s been five.”

“Really? Maybe they should have quit at number two. Good film that one. That’s the one with the lava and the thumbs up as he goes down.”

“In the third one the terminator’s a woman,” said Nick. “Looks really angry all the time.

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