An Alternate Beginning

All of this, though, was different.

‘Where are we? Polly knelt on the ground, her hands pressed into the pale, sandy earth.

‘I don’t know.’

‘You were driving.’

‘It was true, I had been driving. But, back then we had a car. I sat up and looked around. There was no car, not now.

‘Well?’ She glared at me.

‘Well, what?’ I did think about pointing out that she could not blame me for this, not this time. But I knew how much Polly liked a challenge. Given time, she could blame me for anything that h...