Slow Getaway

It was meant to be a quick job: straight in and out. Town was a 15 mile round trip, but I should be able to get home before sundown.

I got waylaid at the supermarket. There were loads of tins in the stockroom and I spent ages sorting through them.

When I’d finished it was later than I thought; the sun was low in the sky and soon the munchers ...

I somehow managed to get my stash on board and turned the key.
I could hear groaning in the distance.

Fuck it.

This mobility scooter only does 4 mph.