The Cove
The end of summer
“How long is the A39? We’ve been in this car forever.”
Dad smiled, looking straight ahead. “No motorways in Cornwall, Ker.”
Mum shook her head and looked around. “How do they cope?”
Dad rolled his shoulders back and, in a low voice, said, “you chose it, love.”
She harrumphed and opened a magazine to flick through in the fading light of the summer evening…
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