“Please, fasten your seatbelt, Adam…Please, stop playing with that gun!”
She imagined what he’d do if the gun fired accidentally. How he’d jump from the coasting car, vanish over Muldraugh Hill.
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Adam had insisted that they get out of the apartment, go for a drive. She knew he was sulking because he hadn’t met any of her colleagues or friends. She’d moved south to get away from that commute, her nosy family. And ended up here. With inappropriate Adam. While she abhorred firearms, he collected dozens. Slumped low in the passenger seat, he fumbled with a .45 as she drove.
“Please, fasten your seatbelt, Adam…Please, stop playing with that gun!” She imagined what he’d do if the gun fired accidentally. How he’d jump from the coasting car, vanish over Muldraugh Hill.
Elaine Langlois
17/9/2021 04:46:58 pm
Great story, Yvonne! Complete in itself yet making me want to read more. I always enjoy your work.
Yvonne
17/9/2021 04:59:21 pm
Thanks so much!
Sue Clayton
18/9/2021 04:36:51 am
Made me wonder too. Enjoyed.
Yvonne
18/9/2021 12:02:26 pm
Hi, Sue--Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Comments are closed.
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