Sunday, March 11, 2012
A Lot On Her Mind
Richard
drove Lola home in silence. He knew
something was wrong. She sat in the back
seat of his limousine, fondling her purse like it was a rosary. As she distractedly looked out the limo’s window,
her delicate fingers worried her handbag’s little leather straps into a knot. Richard thought it best that he not ask her
any more questions.
As he
pulled the lumbering black car up to the front of Lola’s apartment building, Richard silently wondered about why Lola hadn’t
renewed her gun permit? Maybe she just forgot that she owned a gun?
Lola
seemed to have an awful lot on her mind, these days.
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