WIP Book

Stranded on the side of the road

I cursed loudly to myself as I watched the needle dip lower and lower. I had seen no signs for a petrol station since the last one I stopped at three hours back. I should not be running out of fuel so quickly, too quickly. There must be a hole in the tank or fuel line, but I couldn’t remember driving over or hearing anything hitting the underside of my car that would have caused damage.