Muse Magic

It was a lazy Sunday morning. I had just finished my pancakes and was about to read the paper until I killed the pot of coffee. Sometimes I wonder if I drank too much of it, but then I just threw that thought out the window. Everyone is entitled to one vice, right?

Anyway…I made my way over to the window seat, and before I could sit down a car pulled in front of the house. I had to do a double take as the driver climbed out. Fuck, it was her.

My ex, Beth. Bad news Beth, as I called her. Always pissing people off, and being threatened. I didn’t know about her not-so-little gambling problem until two year into our marriage. I tried everything to help her, but she insisted she could handle it. Like an idiot, I believed it for a while. Took me three more years before I wised up, and told her I never wanted to see her again. I quickly filed for divorce, and moved to this dinky little town.

I figured she had to be running from somebody. Why else would she drive seventeen-hundred miles to find me?

I rushed out to try to get her to leave. But when I reached her, she was lying motionless beside her car with blood trickling from under her head. I squatted and pressed my fingers against her neck. No pulse.

In the distance, I heard the faint squeal of a speeding car.