A dark flash fiction, revolving around the thoughts and reflections that rise from a tragic accident.
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The first thing I see as I wake up is where it happened. From my bedroom window, I see the open fields, the old spruce forest and the highway resting on the hill. At night, the headlights cruise through the darkness like fireflies.
That evening, we had dinner at the Crawfords. It was a couple of days after I noticed a suspicious look behind my wife’s warm eyes. At our quick and heated rendezvous at lunch that day, Mrs. Crawford had assured me I had nothing to worry about. “Nobody knows,” Mrs. Crawford assured me, and my wife’s smiles, glances and touches that evening proved it.
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