Happily Ever After…
Their life insurance agent had grown suspicious in the waning days of April. It would take a few months, maybe a year, to find a new agent. But she was patient. For now, she’d set the precedent of Frain enjoying dangerous activities.
He was leery, but agreed to the zipline she suggested. It had been a rough month, but it was vacation.
They chose the double zipline where they could hold each other’s hand as they traipsed above the canopy of palm trees, wending their way toward Earth.
Somehow Frain unlocked his harness. One moment she held his hand, the next she listened to his fading scream. She couldn’t get to the ground fast enough, but there was no quicker method than ziplining the maze of wires.
At last reaching the bottom, Frain’s wife rushed to an ambulance. Two paramedics stood with the zipline manager. She tried to disguise the hope in her voice. “Is he…”
The manager turned. “He’s unreal. One small scratch from a needle. Craziest thing I ever saw. He landed in a big haystack. Your husband? He’s a resilient guy.”
“You have no idea.”
The End. Or is it?