The Standalones

Chapter Forty-One

Ken Preston

9 July 2024

Silhouette of a rock band against a spotlight and the words The Standalones

Scarlett pounded on the wooden garage doors. “Hey! Is there anybody in there?”

Silence greeted her question.

Chloe, Matt and Chris stood morosely behind her, just visible in the dark. Chloe was bone-tired and didn’t think she could walk another step. She had slipped her guitar off her shoulders and dropped her bag on the ground. They both just seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

Again Scarlett pounded on the garage doors.

“Give it up, Scarlett,” Matt said. “The mechanic’s obviously at home and fast asleep in bed, which is where we should be.”

Scarlett turned around and yelled at Matt, “Oh, really? You think I don’t know that?”

Chris tipped his head back and groaned. “What are we going to do now? This night feels like it’s never going to end.”

Chloe looked at her watch. One in the morning. Hours and hours before sunrise. What were they going to do for the rest of the night? Where could they sleep?

“Hey,” Matt said, pointing at a collection of vehicles parked in a corner of the garage forecourt, just visible in the gloom. “Is that Max?”

Scarlett looked at where Matt was pointing. “It is! It’s Max!”

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