Getting Lost

by Allison Symes  

Irish coffee

Where the hell was he now?  Goodness knew his sat nav had sent him in some strange directions in her time. He still hadn't forgiven her for trying to send him the wrong way up a slip road. She'd told him the way so nicely too. Well, she wasn't catching him out with her tricks again. No way! He'd been checking the route before setting off. If her route didn't match hers, tough. Like Sinatra, he would do it his way.

He thought back. Yes, he'd been looking for The Oak as he used pubs as landmarks.  What he had found was a horse chestnut.He grimaced. He could've sworn he'd only winged it but that dent in his Audi would take some shifting. Still, that could be sorted out later. 

Gloomy place this, he thought. Won't get many visitors until they tart the place up a bit.


He sniffed. There was a distinct smell of rotten eggs. Oh yes, that would be the sulphur. Now if he could only figure out where the hell he was, he would move on.

About the author

Allison Symes is published by Cafelit, Bridge House Publishing and Alfie Dog Fiction.  She is the author of flash fiction collection, From Light to Dark and Back Again (Chapeltown Books). She is a member of the Society of Authors and Association of Christian Writers.  Her website is www.allisonsymescollectedworks.wordpress.com and blogs for Chandler’s Ford Today - http://chandlersfordtoday.co.uk/author/allison-symes/