The lane

They had stopped the huge car within inches of him, they wanted to know where they were but the engine noise and shouting confused him, they laughed at his confusion, then started shouting insults calling him a silly old git amongst other things.

They frightened him. Out here in the country his nearest neighbour was three miles away and he was eighty if he was a day.

Suddenly one of the girls shouted at him 'which way to the beach grandpa' but before he could speak the driver of the car answered for him, pointing to the lane next to his cottage he shouted 'down there I remember it now'

The old man shook his head and moved towards them but the car sped forward and turned down the lane, he hobbled to the lane entrance waving his arms and calling after them, the only response he got was a hooting car horn and the usual hackneyed two fingered salutes thrust through the car windows.

He looked at the debris thrown into the hedge last night. A sign painted in red letters said "danger road ahead collapsed do not enter"

When he looked up he could still hear the car engine being revved, then a loud screeching crash and finally silence.

'Vandals' he muttered, it was time he sold up and went to live with his sister….