LondonUnited Kingdom EC1A 4DD
April 15, 2014
Poems, children's stories, short stories
She hit the other car just after seeing Greg's text. They had ended their affair six months ago and this was the first sign of life since. It was a simple "Hey. How are things?" She pressed the answer key, didn't see the red Volkswagen signal left and crashed into it. It was a bad accident: the front half of her car was smashed. When they asked her for her emergency contact number at the ER unit, she started giving them Greg's, then checked herself and gave her husband's. She and Greg always used to laugh about that: that the two numbers were so similar it was almost as if she were dialling her husband when she called him. In fact the whole affair was like being married to a second husband: they would cook in the studio he rented and watch Britain's Got Talent as they ate dinner. She thought of him with loathing. What a waste of a good adultery. She barely even noticed the insurance form they handed her. Then she saw the name of the owner of the red Volkswagen: Greg's wife.
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