White Van

He needed to change his headlights. The combination of a dirty white van and low yellow lights was disquieting, particularly in a residential area dotted with primary and secondary schools.

He knew how dodgy he must look to passers by but he didn't care. In fact, the idea that people could possibly fear him was simply thrilling. They would take one look at the van and would hurry their children past the vehicle, looking back worryingly as soon as they were as far as they could be.

Truth be told, he couldn't hurt a fly; as with everything in life, he had been lumped with the worst vehicle possible as it was the only thing he could afford at the time. But beggars can't be choosers, right? He had four other mouths to feed and a duty to his parents, wife and son, forcing him to take any job that came his way.

He didn't ask questions. They would make the call and he would drive away, oblivious to the contents of his vehicle. All he needed to know was that he would be paid somewhat handsomely if it arrived within the set time frame.

Sure enough, his train of thoughts was cut short by the steady vibration of his phone. He quickly checked the message, before reaching over to tap the coordinates into his trusty navigator.

Speeding off into the night, his dim yellow lights barely illuminated the way. He really needed to change his headlights soon.