I’d had a couple of bourbons to try and calm down. They didn’t work. I missed Quaaludes. The compulsion to rush home was too strong. I just had to yell and scream at her. And remind her exactly where she stood.
A light drizzle fell on my windscreen. How annoying. I wanted an earth-shaking, ear-splitting, nerve-rattling storm. Not bloody spittle.
Then it flitted into the corner of my eye. A fixed mouth, a frozen stare. It cracked my windscreen and went over the roof of my car. My brakes locked and I skidded to a stop.
A twisted heap in my rear-view mirror.
Blonde hair glowing under street-light.
3 deep breaths.
2 kilometers to my house.
After that I stayed within the speed limit.