The Lost Exit
'left, left the next left!' yelled Marianne as the Vauxhall sped across 2 lanes and onto the slip road.
'I've been down this damn road for the last 20 odd years and have never noticed this exit!' Exclaimed Mike, his rugged face reddened by the sudden exertion.
Marianne clutched the child close to her chest. She could hear a TV somewhere in the distance and images of celebrity couples drift by.
'I'll have to wait 2 hours before I tell him about erm...'
'Where the fuck are we Marianne?'
There was a luminous red sky which lit up the the metallic telegraph structures as the headed down into the metropolis.
Marianne looked at the rusty chain on her lap and smiled briefly.
'What have you done to me Mike?'
'why this exit Marianne, I'm bloody shittin' it here!?'
The ominous sound of twisted metal filled the room as mike pressed the pause button. TV screen red. Mike sat and stared shivering naked an the stone cold floor.
TV screen grey, clocks ticking in unison, Mike sat on the floor laughing and mumbling about the government.
'The cops are coming, the one's in green uniforms, those bastards, those cops again.'
He looked up at the grey box and closed his eyes for a moment.