Today's prompt words in bold.
Fred
inched the antique roadster into the garage. It had
been a teenage fantasy to own one, and the joy of driving it
blunted the current, bitter divorce from Emma, his third wife.
He wiped a spot from the hood before stepping inside. He never saw
the wire, smelled the gas, nor heard the explosion.
Excellent! Bummer for Fred, though. :)
ReplyDeleteBummer indeed. :) Thanks, Jayne.
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