Walton-on-the-Naze
I pushed the accelerator a little harder. The pedal was to the metal though. I didn’t have enough speed. He was getting away. Looking back over his shoulder at me and laughing. Only five-years-old. I kept throwing glances back over my own shoulder hoping I wouldn’t get caught. What I was doing was highly illegal. … Continue reading Walton-on-the-Naze