I wrote this 100-word story for this week’s Friday fictioneers
Michelle frowned. “I swear we needed to turn that way.”
Philip was sick of this. She always insisted that she knew better than anyone or anything in anything that was going on outside of the car. “The satnav told me to take the third exit, so that is exactly where we are going. Until you are behind the wheel, stop telling me what I am supposed to do.”
She crossed her arms and looked out the window. “Fine.” She tried not to smile in triumph when they had to turn around within metres because they had taken the wrong turn.