It was a warm summers evening in the beautiful Yorkshire countryside. The sun had begun to set, the night sky was soon to arrive. Joan had spent a lovely Saturday evening with her good friends Ann and Derek. They had been friends since school, they had grown up together. Ann and Derek had been married for 20+ years. Joan, who had recently celebrated her 45th birthday had broken up with her husband of ten years. Her (then) husband had decided to trade her in for a younger model. A small blonde woman he met in the gym. Joan hated that woman.
She had spent a lovely evening with her friends, having dinner and catching up. She felt as though she had outstayed her welcome, so she decided to leave. She thanked the hosts for a lovely evening, she got into her car, gave them both a quick wave, started her car and off she went. She always enjoyed driving and spending time in her car. A space she comfortable and relaxed in. Currently driving a silver 2017 Toyota Corolla, she decided to take the countryside way home instead of going on the Highway. It was a 30-minute drive to her house. She was enjoying some Foo Fighters through her enhanced speakers, when she noticed the sun was almost disappearing behind the peaks and hills.
It was too nice to go home yet she thought to herself. So, she decided to pull up on a makeshift stone car park, looking out over the valley. A long line of gravel, on the verge if the hill, that could easily park ten cars. As Joan parked in her car; she turned the engine off. It was getting dark now and was quiet. Only the sound of some roosting birds breaking the silence every now and then. Joan was enjoying the tranquillity; she was also enjoying the view. The rolling greens hills of countryside England, there were a few cows grazing in the distance. She had been parked for around five minutes when her tranquillity was broken with a loud roar of a car engine.
An older car had parked up, to the right of Joan, about two car spaces down. A dirty old red sedan car. Joan thought nothing of it and went back to enjoying the view. Her silence was again rudely interrupted when another car parked beside the red one, this time to the right of it. It looked like a nice four-wheel drive, dark blue in colour. Joan heard a car door opening and closing. She looked over but could only briefly make out the top of a bald head, in between the cars.