A travesty, the second policeman had said.
a word that had bounced around inside her head ever since. A travesty that some drunk going so fast and overtaking can walk out of the wreckage, while someone else, the victim, her Carl, wouldn’t even know what hit them. The policeman had looked genuinely upset, wet eyes glistening.
The word echoed and ricocheted, sometimes quiet and almost unnoticed in the background; other times loud, unambiguous and screaming, like the screams she heard in her dreams and every time she awoke...
Even her heartbeat seemed to repeat it.
Neville Hunt 3 months ago
I feel something nasty a-brewing!