“Turn at the third left just past the old barn.” Her words echo in my mind.
I wearily watch the road only to find a turnabout with multiple left turns. My mind reminds me she’s always been a turncoat. I have cleaned up her messes and hidden the bodies enough to be overworked.
The red and blue lights tell me that am at the right place and turning her in was way too easy.
Beware when you overwork the wrong person.
Part of two challenges
Six Sentence Stories
The cue is TURN
six sentences,any genre, hop around, link yours up too , have fun!
& The daily post ” Overworked ”