Wednesday, December 26, 2012


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*** “Don’t mean to scare you,” he said, scratching at the stubble on his neck. “Could have asked, didn’t have to … shit. Sorry.

Been up for two days, maybe three? Just driving. Don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I need to talk. Need to have someone listen. Just don’t want to die alone.”

The gun plus the comment clicked things into place. A calm sort of horror settled over her as she realized the man was preparing to end his life right in front of her. She wondered what it’d look like. Would she see his brains splatter out across the back of his seat and onto the windows? An absurd giggle bubbled in her chest as she wondered how much Windex it’d take to get them clean again.

Assuming he didn’t take her with him, of course.

“You don’t need to do this,” Darcy said, carefully watching his reaction. Didn’t want to push him too far or upset him. The last thing she needed was to piss off a suicidal man running on no sleep.

“This? What is this? I’m not doing anything. We’re just talking.”

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