She watched as police swarmed the accident scene. She made her way, unseen, towards the mangled car in the middle. Her gaze followed the carnage of broken glass and pools of blood and wandered to the person the paramedics seemed to be desperately trying to revive. It was the face of her husband; the man she’d woken up to every morning for nine years.
She slinked away, surprised that her wish to escape had finally come true.
(c) Sanchie Vee @ Sanch Writes (19 March 2017)
Written for Five Sentence Fiction hosted by Vinitha