The Eternal Promise
Life’s got a goddamn countdown clock ticking
over my head, so I’m officially throwing in the towel.
Traded the big city grind for this sleepy
backwater town.
Heard from some busybody neighbor that the
local cops here do everything.
Like, everything.
Including hauling off stiffs and arranging
burials.
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Figured I should probably get my affairs in
order before I kick the bucket, you know?
Wouldn’t want to end up in potter’s field.
But guess who’s manning the desk at the
police station?
My ex.
The asshole I dumped six years ago.
Talk about awkward.
He gave me the death glare and told me to
get lost.
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Like I had a choice.
“Can’t exactly do that right now, Officer,” I
said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Think you could give me a minute?”
With him around, at least my death will be a little interesting.
He did say he’d buy fireworks to celebrate
the day I get what’s coming to me.
First day back in my hometown, I busted my
ass cleaning up the old house.
Then I just collapsed on the bed, waiting for
the end.
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Suddenly, a knock.
Nosy Mrs. Davison from next door, bless her heart, brought over some homemade cookies.
“Honey, you’re all alone here,” she said, all smiles. “If you need anything, anything at all, you just go down to the police station. Those boys are always ready to lend a hand.”
“You should get Detective Davies’s number, just in case. Never know when you might need him.”
“And you two are about the same age, maybe you’ll even hit it off!” Mrs. Davison winked, like she was playing matchmaker.
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Romance?
Please.
I’ve got one foot in the grave.
No need to drag anyone else down with me.
But having someone to handle my remains?
That’s tempting.
Figured it couldn’t hurt.
Might need to rely on this Davies guy later.
Mrs. Davison was quick with the digits.
His profile pic was some girl silhouetted
against the sunset.
So much for that love connection.
