This time he had really gone too far. Even as the car carried on speeding down the m-way, Em in tears, her face staring out of the passenger window as she wished heself elsewhere, he couldn’t get his mind off the cause. Fuck it. It would be easier to aim at the next bridge, but he didn’t have the guts for that. Never had the guts for anything. Maybe if he concentrated hard enough, the car in the next lane would drive him off the road.

And what a cause.

The sound of a car horn startled him back to the reality of the road lanes ahead, just in time to avoid the Jaguar with a desperate appointment for a funeral. Even now, his mind couldn’t move focus elsewhere.