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Ironic Honeymoon
An original flash fiction
The officer told me Grayson didn’t feel anything. The impact was quick. It’s what the officer claimed anyway. What I will tell you is I bolted upright in bed at 4:56 a.m. and knew. I just knew. I can assure you he felt the impact because I felt it.
It had been a fairly typical morning. He kisses me every morning goodbye at 4 a.m. before his hour commute to work. With my sleepy eyes, I imagined him in his tux from Saturday when I officially became his missus. Such a long time coming, I’m not sure why we waited so long. Well, that is a lie, I would fail a polygraph test at that moment. I didn’t want to. I dragged my feet. Our relationship is filled with connections beyond my wildest dreams. We want to be together all the time and he is working on finding a new position.
“Are you making me coffee? I don’t smell it.”
“No,” he replied with a sleepy voice. “I will just stop. Try to go back to sleep. You’ll need energy when I get home. I promise to make you coffee this weekend.” A kiss on my forehead and a smile I could hear. But then he was thinking about work and didn’t see me anymore.
Grayson was like winning the lottery. He was perfectly engineered for me and now I am officially his wife. Well, until 4:56 a.m.
