
By R.J. Saxon
Five years married, thought Ethan, watching Lucy slip on her summer dress. His blood boiled; today he’d tell her.
“Ready,” said Lucy, smiling at Ethan. Ethan nodded condescendingly, heading to the car.
A trail of brake fluid spoiled the driveway, following on the drive up to Lover’s Cliff.
“Lucy, who’s it gonna be, him or me? Decide!” shouted Ethan, slamming his foot down hard on the gas, toward the cliff’s edge.
“It’s you, Ethan, stop!” Ethan hit the tampered brakes. It was too late.
Dillon the boy-toy mechanic planned a different outcome for Ethan when Lucy brought the car for service.
Good story. Hidden agendas…
Great story, love the twist