IN FOUR HUNDRED YARDS, TURN RIGHT.
“Oo, nonsense! Not that way. Go up Nover’s Hill. That’s Mrs Rathbone’s house. She just died of oldtimers. BUS! This car needs a good clean… Turn left, I mean right. Oo, you’ve missed it! We’ll be late. VAN!”
Unfortunately, there’s no turning off SatNan.
Viv Burgess is not a back seat driver herself, but is usually ranting at her own satnav.
She was lovely.
I felt like I really got to know her on that journey.
She spoke passionately; I mainly listened.
I felt she warmed to me.
Her purposeful words gave me a real sense of direction.
But falling in love with the SatNav girl was just another dead end.
Jon is from the northwest of England and has had many bumps in the road. He works in local government with a background in Newspaper Journalism. He likes writing short stuff and is inspired by all forms of flash and micro fiction.
She sought out the blue dot, his blue dot, which was sometimes accompanied by the word “mobile.”
She developed a nervous tic, always reaching for her phone.
Perhaps he looked for the reassurance of her blue dot, too. But probably not.
She knew this, and she tried not to care.
Sarah Vernetti is a freelance writer from Las Vegas, Nevada.