Word of the week – Boston
Word count – 100
AND THE BEAT GOES ON
A single black car sped along the road, driver's side window down. An arm hung through the gap, pounding a rhythm on the car's side.
Sam woke. Shuffling upright in his seat he stared around the car's interior, his expression worried,
"Something's wrong with the car!"
Dean stopped singing immediately, looking panicked,
"There was a strange whining noise. It's stopped now."
Dean paused, then recognised the grin on Sam's face,
Dean burst into song again, only to be quietened by Sam's laughter,
"What now, Poop Head?"
"Dean… it's Bossanova not Bostonover"
The strange whining noise started again…