PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Merriam reluctantly allowed Bud, her less-than-ambitious boyfriend, to take her car during the day while she worked. In the afternoons she waited in the park across the street for him to pick her up at 3:05 p.m . A few minutes late wasn’t bad, but every day Bud was a little later. He always had a good excuse.
It was 4 p.m. today; Merriam’s fingers and toes were entering stage numb and no sign of Bud. His cell phone went directly to voicemail. Merriam called an Uber. Car loaning was over.
Officers knocked at 6 p.m.
“There’s been an accident…”
Songwriters: Keith Richards / Mick Jagger
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