Wet Pavement

It wasn't if anyone got hurt, her foot slipped and she fell, that was all.....it wasn't my fault. It had to be done......it had to...

I have to hide the body-I have to run, I didn't want to be here...I wanted to be with my wife, my loving wife.

The wife I didn't have anymore.

I always enjoyed playing practical jokes, but this was to far.

The phone in the corner started to ring-who could it be? Who was calling? At this time of night....did someone hear....?

I stared into the darkness, and slowly walked over to answer the phone.

"H--hello.....?" I asked. Ok, this would be my alibi, I was on the phone.

"Roger, when are you getting here? The party can't start without you! It's your art you idiot. Get over here!"

"Oh yeah--...sure. I'll be there soon."

I'd have to dispose of the body....but how? I couldn't bury her at the house......to obvious.

Oh! The car, of course! I could drive to the lake-it was so close.

I wrapped her in an old sheet, and placed her gently in the back of the car. The drive to the lake was long and painful. The traffic never seemed to move, and I was sweating through my suit.

At the lake I got out, and slapped the door.

Loud! I hope no one heard that......I listened for a moment, and heard nothing.

I put the car in neutral, and watched the car roll down the hill.

Damn. I'm gonna have to walk to work tomorrow.

Part 2:

Just a normal day. A completely normal day..........

I can do this, all I have to do is say hello- Yeah! Hello! Pop in, say hello, make my excuses. It'll be fine.

Cool, confident, and complete....well. Not totally, I was missing something. I looked down at my wedding band,

"God. How could I do this? How could I act like I was happy when all I saw was her staring up at me?"