Cacti in the Desert With Diamonds [FPF]

To be honest, Jacky’s driving is a bit scary. I don’t think he’s ever done it before.

-

He seemed to have got the basics and we were zoomin’ along like nobody’s business, but not always in a straight line.

“Christ Jacky, do you-“

But before I could say it, Artie was wailing something about tangerine trees and marmalade skies, and my hair turning to pasta.
“What?” Jacky shouted, over the music, the madman, and the air that was rushing past the windows.
“Do you even know where we’re going?”
The lad turned to me, unsettling grin over his face. “Why yes, Alex. The Grand Canyon Tourist Centre of course.”
I dunno what it was, but there was something eerie about the way he said it.

I swallowed. “Uhm, okay. Could you look at the road now please? We just nearly hit a cactus.”
Artie fair EXPLODED into song: “CACCTIIIIIIIII IN THE DE-SERT, WITH DIHIHAAMOONDS!”
I give him a look. “Look, do you want a smack in the gob, mate, or what?” But he just laughed. He was higher than Keith Richards standing on top of the Eiffel Tower.
On tiptoe.

--

Dear Gods, give me patience.
Artemis is losing the plot and driving me nuts, and talkin’ of driving, I don’t think we’re even going in the right direction.
--
--