quickly begin to peel off one by one, covering each other as they rotate positions back down the tracks.
The Skoda navigates along the winding road and the petrol station appears as they glide around a bend. Slowing to take a look as they pass by it’s clear that stopping would be pointless, maybe even dangerous and the car accelerates again quickly.
The glass from the windows of the store are spread out on the forecourt, looted and ransacked with pools of petrol sitting idle on the tarmac. The hose from each of the two pumps hangs limply. Cut in two during some mindless act of vandalism. Jason looks at the fuel gauge. The tank was still half full, so there was no emergency exactly, but options were running out