Detective Grossman gazed beyond Cheryl, focusing on something in the distance, maybe his retirement, and said “take me through the sequence one more time.”
Cheryl nodded, knowing she’d skip the first part of the sequence when she found the text on her husband’s phone from his high school sweetheart.
“Curt and I woke early and I helped him learn the Downward Dog (wink to Cam!) for an hour, then he drank a gallon of Gatorade before I left to teach my yoga class.”
Cheryl leaned back, knowing she also left out the last part of the sequence, when she poured the remainder of the Prestone into her car’s engine.
Grossman, thinking of his pension and not the new widow across the table, said, “But you didn’t find him till the next day in the laundry room?”
“Last place I looked – I didn’t think he even knew where the laundry room was.”
Six-sentence stories are my theme in the A to Z Blogging Challenge, each story featuring an occupation by letter. Y was the hardest yet. I tried two dozen different endings, and I was ultimately never pleased but at some point you have to cut the cord and move on. And sleep! Tomorrow is the finale with Z. Thank you for stopping by, I hope you’ve enjoyed a few of them.