The Dead Boyfriend
“My headlights washed over the back of the red Mustang. I slowed down, let more space separate our cars. I had a sudden urge to tromp on the gas and plow right into him. Send that blonde girl flying through the windshield.
A crazy thought, and I quickly suppressed it. What kind of person would imagine such a violent, evil thing?
The girl beside Blade had to be a cousin. Or a family member who needed a ride. Or a friend from his old school he hadn’t seen in months. Or … Or … Weird how your brain can dance around when you’re upset or anxious.
The rain stopped. I shut down the scraping windshield wipers. The red Mustang made the turn onto River Road. A few seconds later, I turned, too.
The road curves along the bank of the Conononka River, a long, winding road that climbs into the hills over Shadyside. It was too dark to see the river. But I slid my passenger window down so I could hear the gentle lapping of the water against the muddy shore.
I thought the sound might calm me. But, of cou...rse, it didn’t.MoreLess
A crazy thought, and I quickly suppressed it. What kind of person would imagine such a violent, evil thing?
The girl beside Blade had to be a cousin. Or a family member who needed a ride. Or a friend from his old school he hadn’t seen in months. Or … Or … Weird how your brain can dance around when you’re upset or anxious.
The rain stopped. I shut down the scraping windshield wipers. The red Mustang made the turn onto River Road. A few seconds later, I turned, too.
The road curves along the bank of the Conononka River, a long, winding road that climbs into the hills over Shadyside. It was too dark to see the river. But I slid my passenger window down so I could hear the gentle lapping of the water against the muddy shore.
I thought the sound might calm me. But, of cou...rse, it didn’t.MoreLess
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