The woman ranted as she watched her car hemorrhage green radiator fluid onto the asphalt. “My husband is not going to be happy. Not happy at all.”
“She ran the light?” the officer asked me.
“She get that shiner in the accident?”
I looked at her as she raved. The color around her eye was darker than purple, with traces of yellow through it. “I don’t think so.”
“My husband is going to kill me,” the woman said.
I took the officer by the shoulder and led him away from the woman. “Cite me instead,” I said.
A 100 Word Short Fiction Every Monday
I never meant to be a cheater
but there was blood on the wall
I had to steal from Peter
to pay what I owed to Paul
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