He scoured the motorway and sky. Pristine flyovers, curvaceous intersections, grubby middle-distance fields, unsightly hedgerows, and the myrtle haze of the false dawn. Safe. He fished out a whisky tablet.Read the latest BTAP sci-fi tale from Nik Morton, "Don't Drink and Drive."
Sliding the lozenge onto his furry tongue, he let the saliva dissolve it. Within seconds, his brain soared giddily with the fiery alcohol.
Conscious of motorway camera-eyes, he automatically checked the night sky and also his rearview picture screen on the dashboard. No police in sight. Just as well, he was very near the forty-milligram limit. Forty milligrams of alcohol in 100 milliliters of blood didn't leave much leeway.
Still, not far to home and Jane, his wife.
Next: Ian Ayris is "By the Dim and Flaring Lamps."
Soon: "Believe" by Lina Zeldovich.
Don't forget BEAT to a PULP: Round One makes a terrific Christmas present.