A Time To Die
Aberman could find no parking bay available on his first drive-by. I watched in the mirror as he turned his four-wheel-drive vehicle around at the end of the street to make a re-run. As he neared our car he slowed to a crawl near a gap behind us, but decided not to attempt to park there and drove on. He slowed again, twenty yards in front, but repeated the action he had previously taken. It was on his third attempt that he spotted Job, who this time was too slow to duck. He picked up speed.
I shouted at Fianna to ram him. With screeching tyres and the acrid smell of burning rubber she reversed, hitting the car behind, then accelerated from the kerb into his path. His larger vehicle slammed ferociously into ours, slewing our car across his path. He had nowhere to go. This ti
