…will be tried for vehicular manslaughter, and acquitted.
However, stress from the trial will end his marriage and career. Family and friends will never look at him the same. Murdering me will destroy his life, utterly.
But he knows none of this right now. Right now he’s driving home from a bachelor party. He’s slightly drunk, but confident he’s cool to drive.
Meanwhile, I’m walking home. I know I’ve had too much to drink, and I’m not driving. Behind the wheel, in the state I’m in, I could kill somebody!
I stumble across the street, forgetting to look both ways…
Sunday, August 1, 2010
The Man Who Murders Me...
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Drunk Driving, Murder, Short story
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