She’ll never know. We’ll be out after dark and home before dawn.
Alexander had promised. And he’d been right.
Night after night, he would come for me. My mother at work and the little ones asleep, I crept out. Into the dark hallway. Down the stairs. Across the bridge.
The parties were loud and warm, the air thick with smoke. We made our way home, giddy and drunk on the night’s events.
She’ll never know.
Alexander had promised.
Until one night, when the lights bore down on us, crossing the bridge to home. A car approaching. Fast.
She will now.
This was my first venture out with the Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. She hosts a weekly flash fiction challenge with a photo prompt and a 100-word limit. Check it out and join the fun!
As always, happy trails!