Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-34541920-20180204184046

Daniel's son looked at him.

"Dad, when are we going to go to the beach?" his son said.

It had already been three hours, and the two of them were already tired.

"Soon," Daniel said in a drowsy voice,"we're going to go to the hotel"

"Mr. Funnymuffins is mad at you." What? Daniel never heard of this from his son say... that.

"Why is he mad at me?" he replied in a shaky voice.

His son said in a different, much deeper voice, "Pull over. Now."

"What?" Daniel replied.

"Now!" His son had taken the wheel, and, since they were on a mountain edge, they crashed below.

His son seemingly walked out of the car, never to be seen again.  