“A Straight Face” at Spinetingler

Here’s part of it:

Mekk swerved through the traffic, away from the District Office, out of town. He didn’t look back or slow down. They burst into the green of the countryside, swooping past the overflowing sugarcane fields and the stilted huts where poor farmers and old people lived, whining around slow-moving trucks belching black fumes on the winding road. Nit held on to him tight, trusting, plaited hair flapping in the wind, head between his shoulder blades. Sure, he was supposed to be marrying her right now, but right now he had the helmet and she didn’t.

The rest is here. Have a read, would you? Thanks.