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Nebula formed out of the fog, all judge-y like. His side-eye is strong.
“What?” My voice breaks on the question. “I found him like this.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“Really, really, really, one hundred percent.” I cross my heart, touch two fingers to my lips, and lift them to the darkening skies. “God as my witness.”
He turns his body to face me head-on and spreads his legs.
I sigh before saying, “How can you think so poorly of me? We are partners.”
The old man crashes his eyebrows together at the last statement.
“Okay, not partners, but friends,” I step around the body that recently bleed out leaving a mess all over the road, “Right, friends?”
“So what did happen?”
(words 121; first published 8/25/2024 – created based on a visual prompt for a Facebook writer’s group, aim is about 50 words)