by Ashson
This one begs for more. Most of your stories are one shot pieces, but this one has the ability to be a real novella or novel. Please pretty please develop it?
Dinner was good,despite the circumstances.
Of course he offered me wine.He drank tomato juice, being the designated driver.
Again he took me-but not before letting me have some of his juice.
I let him have the rest.
He smirked back at me, not knowing the real reason for my smile.
The next day, there was an article in the papers about a man dead in his car,cause unknown.
Its amazing what tomato juice hides.
Firsf story of yours that I read, AND my favorite one. Just wonderful.