Time again for Rochelle’s weekly 100-word flash fiction prompt based on a photo prompt. “You ain’t gotta do this. He knows it wasn’t me. Why you gotta do this?”
I hate when they get like this. Tell me what I don’t gotta do. This was worse because she was right. He knew it wasn’t her. He even had proof.
“I’m just the wife, for God’s sake. And not even that. The ex-wife.”
Crossing the bridge it seemed like she might be thinking about bolting. I tightened my grip. Even if she got away, where could she go? But she probably stopped thinking clearly a long time ago.
Now she was just lying.