Muse Magic

Sherman got on his knees and put two fingers on Joe’s neck feeling for a pulse.

“Oh my God,” he rose quickly, backing up to the wall. “What have I done?” Sherman looked at Nancy, horrified.

“You didn’t mean to” she said. “You were just protecting me.”

Sherman tried to find comfort in her words, but his guilt overshadowed everything. But if it wasn’t for Sherman’s quick action, Nancy might have gotten really hurt with the way Joe was trying to hit her.

“Why was he hitting you?” Sherman didn’t realize he was shouting. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout.”

“Cause I wouldn’t go out with him.” She rubbed her cheek, “He never did like hearing the word no.”

Surprised, he turned to face her, “He’s hit you before?” his voice rising.

She nodded her head and began to cry. Sherman wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.

An hour later they were in the desert digging a hole. Sherman brought Drake to help move the body. Drake was just somebody Sherman met at the bar where Nancy worked.

“You think anyone will miss those two?” Sherman asked Nancy as they headed toward the interstate.

“Probably not,” then she kissed him.