52 Project #12: Mephistopheles
Jun. 19th, 2020 05:00 pmThe car jerked to a halt, jolting Alan awake. He opened his eyes to darkness, disoriented. The car reversed, went back, went forward again, and he realized where he was. "We're there?"
Diana spun the wheel, put the car into reverse again. "Quiet," she said sharply. There was a frightened tension in her voice.
Alan looked out the window. Though the only light came from a streetlamp across the road, he could see enough to determine that Diana was trying to park, and having a miserable time of it. 500 years old, scholar, mage, and she still doesn't know how to park a car, he thought blearily, and started at a bulk looming in the rear view window. "Watch out for that truck!" he shouted.
"I told you to be quiet!" she snapped. "That's as good as it gets. Hurry up out!"
He fumbled his seat belt open, and pulled the door handle. "You want me to get the bags?"
"Alan, for the love of God, just get into the building!"
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