Wednesday, December 23, 2009


by Ari Collins

Brett droned on the whole ride home, not even checking if Amy was still listening. Where was the considerate man she'd married?

Suddenly, a Jeep swerved nearly into them. Brett's arm flew across her sternum protectively, and Amy was warmed by his instinctive thoughtfulness.

"As I was saying," Brett resumed as the jeep honked past.

1 comment:

Sonja said...

I've been reading too much Hemingway. I read Brett and assumed it was a girl. Sigh.

Nice story.