suspense writing by Ed, age 11

Road's End - by Ed

Who is he? He hasn't even said thank you, or even tilted his head to look at me. The car is rolling through the sand with no action from the enormous man.

"Who are you?" I gulp loudly.

Slowly we come to a halt. Examining the distance I notice another figure. Not another? I struggle and manage to throw the man with the ominous, vacant expression out of the car and leave a cloud of dust behind me.