He’s not hysterical like me, ready to call the police, the national guard, the army…
My mind races a mile a minute with scenarios as I wrap the towel around my torso, hands shaking. Are there more out there like Mel? Is this an epidemic? Who else knows?
His face remains expressionless, a mild contentment, as if he’s unsurprised, as if he already knows what’s coming.
Finally I ask him who he is. I ask him about Grace, the house, the dead woman in his trunk. His answer is even more terrifying.
“She’s not dead,” he says. “Well, not completely.”
A to Z Challenge theme: A Drabble for a Tag
This year, I’m giving you 26 drabbles (100-word stories) using some of my favorite unused or underused tags.
Tuesday’s tag was “U.S. Army.”
Read previous: “T” is for “til death do us part.”
Read next: “V” is for “vulture.”