We were on holiday, in Rosemarkie, with our caravan.
Whizzing along in our car one day, I saw a sign advertising a “Car Share Club”.
I started to write this piece, with no idea what would come from the Muse.
This is a piece which has drawn criticism.
It contains dark material.
I defend myself by pointing readers to the nightly news.
In my mind, however, this story is a ‘true romance’, albeit involving strange bedfellows.
I spotted some anomalies and revised it in February 2016.