'We'll see in a minute'
'It'll no be open'
'It'll no mean stick yer head in the door ya daft besom', Marie slaps his thigh.
Through the town and into the emptiness of the car park for Deep Sea World, Bob slowed the car, thinking to himself that maybe they would have to run down to the door after all.
'There'. Bob drove across towards the barrier that prevented folk from falling into the sea-water filled quarry below. There were a couple of benches, some bins and a seaside photo opportunity. A big fat woman in a red stripy swimsuit, a skinny bloke with long johns and a dog, all with missing faces, were in front of them on a large hoarding awaiting the tourists and day trippers when the summer came around again.
Bob stopped the car. Marie opened her door.
'Where you going?'
'To see if the clue is there'
'I'll get it', Bob undid his seatbelt.
'Whats the point in that?' Marie gets out. Bob stayed put feeling peeved as Marie walked in her high heels towards the board.
'I can't see anything'
Bob rolled his eye, turned off the engine and opened his door again.
'Open yer eyes then', he said while jogging over to be with her.
'Bob, there isn't any clue'
'It won't be a clue. It'll just be something to take back so they know we got all the clues'.
'Like what though?' Marie turned and looked over the edge of the barrier.
Bob stood by the board with light streaming from the car, puzzled.
'Like a welly?', Marie asked.
'A welly?'
Marie pointed over the barrier. An old wellington boot was hanging off a bit of string.
'That’s it'. Bob began to pull it up.
'How do you know?' Bob pulled it up and over the barrier.
'Because of this'. The welly had 'Back to 7 Kings' written on it in what looked like Tippex.
Bob ran back to the car. Marie toddled back.
'Come on Marie!'
'I'm coming'. She got in the car.
Bob turned the key. The car tried to tick over.
'Oh don't!' He turns the key over again, but the engine failed to start.
'That’s because you left the light on. You should have left her ticking over.’ Marie stated the obvious. For a Sporty car it was an unreliable bastard!
'Thanks for that'
'I'm just saying'
Bob heard the click as the key failed to spark any response and then tried again. A little rev. Again. A bigger rev. Longer this time.
'Don't you break my car’ The car powered into life.
'Ha ha!' Bob laughed in relief.
'Well get going then'
Out of the car park. 10 minutes to the 7 Kings and the start of the session. The car took off across the roundabout up towards Rosyth and a quick way back to the centre. Bob put down the pedal and attempts to fly up the hill. The front tyre clipped the inside of the road, and the car spun away to the right.
'Bob!' Marie screamed. Bob adjusted his hands, focusing on the road ahead and trying not to veer off towards the motorway and the traffic beyond. They were going to crash. The car screeched on full brake, the tyres locked, and the car slid across the damp surface and up onto the side of the road where it came to a halt.
'You OK?' Bob turned to Marie.
'You fuckin loony', Marie smacked Bob on the leg over and again.
'Sorry love', Bob leant over the steering wheel panting, shaking and sweating.
'You OK?' Marie asked Bob.
'I'm fuckin fantastic!' Marie rubbed his back and he turned and smirked at her. She hit him again lightly on the back.
'You are going to get us killed one day'.
'But not today. That was well close though.' Too close he thought, and he grinned at the prospect of telling the others about tonight’s adventure.
'You better not have broken my car you shit!'
