How to ignore her screaming as the car plunged into the river? But I couldn’t die with this on my conscience. “I slept with your sister!” I shouted above the torrent.
Kerry continued screaming, even when arms appeared to drag her out.
If she heard my confession, I’m done for.
Heather lives in the UK and writes poetry, flash fiction, and stories. Her poetry has appeared in several UK small press magazines, and her flash fiction at paragraphplanet.