James frowned. Whichever way he turned the steering wheel the trailer reacted incorrectly. “Tell me when it starts to turn.” Bloody Janet. It was all her fault he’d driven in and now had to reverse out. Oh hell. The next door neighbour’s coming. Why can’t he mind his own business. Always telling him what to do. The last thing James needed was an audience.
“Let me show you how to do. There’s a technique. I’ve got it down pat ’cause of the caravan.”
“No I’m right. I can do it.” James ignored Janet’s scream but he felt the jacknife.
April 13, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about offering to help someone. What’s their situation? What’s yours? Do they think they need help? How is it received? Could you be misinterpreted?
Respond by April 19, 2016 to be included in the weekly compilation.Rules are here. All writers are welcome!