Supercar | Flash Fiction

“She’s a beauty,” Reg said proudly as he traced the curves of his new car’s bonnet with his fingertips.

“Mm,” the courier grunted as he flicked through some paperwork. “You need a run-through of the vehicle before I leave it with you?”

Reg scoffed. “I think I can handle it, mate.” Continue reading “Supercar | Flash Fiction”