Here's a little taster of what's to come! I'll see you in Oz... after a fashion.....
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The windscreen shattered, sending a spider's web of cracks across its surface. The impact separated the driver and his attacker, hurling them both backwards along with the others. The driver fell over his chair, the glass missing him completely. The other man's face hit the metal framework which was used to hold folded pushchairs. Blood sprayed from his broken nose, then spewed from the gashes as a thick branch smashing through the windscreen found a target. His back. His legs. His neck.
He slumped forwards. Two of his fellow passengers were screaming already. As he came to rest against the feet of a woman, just managing to hold her fear in check, her resolve snapped as easily as the bone in his nose and she began to scream too.