A change of heart on a rainy night - Flash Fiction
A night to remember.
Evelyn was alone in her car following Bruce and Mary. It was a rainy night on interstate seventy five. She felt cheated.
She, Bruce and Mary had been to a party given by the company they all three were employeed at. Bruce and Mary were married.
Bruce and Evelyn had been sneaking around every chance they got. Bruce promised to divorce Mary, but that was two years ago.
She noticed Bruce had his right signal light flashing, so she pulled over too, keeping a safe distance behind. She waited. All the while wondering what was going on?
She exited her car and carefully sneaked close enough to see and listen.
All three had been drinking at the party. She noticed Mary had stumbled as they left.
She heard Mary say, " I hate you, you cheating SOB, then she saw Bruce hit her. She waited to see Mary's response, but she didn't see Mary again, only Bruce sitting with his hand's clutching the sterring wheel.
She ventured closer and saw Mary slumped over, face up with eyes wide open. She rushed toward the car and saw Bruce crying and saying, " Oh God, what have i done? "
She wanted to open the door and help him, but that uneasy, old feeling returned, feeling cheated and lied to far too many times. She quickly returned to her car, eased onto the highway. As she pulled away she looked into her rearview mirror and sees a highway patrol car pull up behind Bruce's car.
Funny how her mood changes. No more waiting for late night phone calls, no more lies. Flipping on the radio, she listens and smiles as Elvis sings ' I've lost you ( That's the way it is. )
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