Her Chicken Scratch / Short Stories

The dinner date

His footsteps echoed louder than he would have liked. But between the stone roads and puddles of rainwater it was nearly impossible to be stealthy. But then again, what did he need to be stealthy for? Sneaking out of a dinner date with a crazed ex shouldn’t be the most challenging task, but when that crazed ex is a private investigator with a pair of handcuffs she calls, ‘gotcha’, the world manages to shape itself into the next famous thriller movie. So here I am. My evening summed up in splashes of puddles and cursed grumbles of my decision to meet with her. I knew it would end one of two ways, like this – or with me in her trunk.

Written By Alecia Writes

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