Questionella and Crates

A strange car, heading along a dirt road, into the desert. One strange thing about it is that most of it’s panels are made of corrugated iron.
There are two people inside. They left Batmania city early the previous morning. Questionella, who built the car, is driving. Crates, who watched Questionella build the car, sits in the passenger’s seat, holding a map.
‘Hey Questionella?’ says Crates.
‘Yeah?’
‘Neither of the places we’ve been through in the last two hours is on the map.’
‘Hmm. That’s weird.’
Questionella slows the strange car down. She pulls over and stops.
‘Let’s see the map.’


writing, novel, car, desert