Ally picked me up early on the Black Friday, as we had planned the night before. We were going to visit Morpheus and meet the rest of the Sykes family - the farmers who he was staying with. Ally’s car is seriously beyond description, although it is almost as if femininity exploded in it. Every inch of it – inside and out - was covered with flowers, hearts or sequins, and the steering wheel was dotted with butterflies, and yet somehow it suited her.
“Welcome to Elizabeth.” she beamed as I climbed in, patting the dashboard lovingly before she pulled off.
I remembered that she had crashed a car just a few months ago and suddenly got a bit nervous, although I wasn’t her fiancé and I wasn’t about to break her heart. I found my eyes losing focus as the crops we sped past became a blur. I must
