Literature
Return to Ty Gwyn - 6
Monday, 20th December, 2038 “Santa tell me… if you're really therrrre,” Ceri and Tal sang along at volume to the tinny radio speaker in Tal’s tinny little car. “Don't maaaake me fall in love again if he won't be here… next year!” Tal changed gear for an upcoming corner, grimacing at the unhealthy sounds coming from the gearbox. It was mid-afternoon, getting dark already, and the roads were becoming narrower and more winding as they approached the mountains. “You know, when I was little I wanted to name my first child after Ariana Grande,” Ceri confessed with a smirk. “And what if it was a boy?” Tal asked. “Oh, still Ariana. Hey, what’s that red light on the dashboard?” Tal frowned as the engine made a sputtering sound, the motion of the car jerking. “Ah, Betty can get a little temperamental if we go past the M25. I’m honestly surprised we made it this far…” “We’ll make it though, right? I mean, it’s not much further...” “Sure…” Tal said, changing down another gear. The engine