LostLenore
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Lucy Morgan sat in the dark tent, massaging the small round burn mark on her hand, thinking to herself that it had to have been an accident.
The last time Lucy had seen her husband Chad was two weeks ago. She had found that sleeping on the ground was uncomfortable. But ironicly she felt safer out in the campground then she had in her own locked house with Chad. He'd behaved irraticly for years. He would often accuse her of putting thoughts in his head. She dismissed it as stress. After all, working at Miller's Gas, Lube and Tire was a tough job. But two weeks ago at Eddies, she saw that his paranoia had turned from merely unsettling, to dangerous.
"They're talkin about me, Loose." He had always called her loose, since their first date together when she'd earned the name by pulling him into the womens bathroom after her for a quickie.
"Who's talking about you?" Lucy gased through the dim smoke filled bar and could see nothing unusual. Deacon was in the corner drinking alone. Ranger Jane was dressed up in a business suit, wearing stilletto heals. Come to think of it that did seam a little odd. She sat with her back to Lucy, talking to some overly thin, frail looking pixiegirl.
"The deputy and Vern, over there. They've been gettin quiet every time I walk by them. They must be talking about me behind my back. They are trying to get me fired. I know they're out to get me."
Lucie would have thought he was kidding but she had seen his grease stained hands shake as he lit his cigarrette. The flick of the lighter illuminated two rows of crooked yellow teeth. "Chad, you're talking crazy. What have you done for deputy Evans to have anything against you?"
He slammed the hand that held the cigarrette down on hers, glaring at her. "Are you against me too? "
When she felt the cigarrete burning into her flesh she screamed. She pulled back so hard that she lost her balance. She fell against Jane, knocking her into the pixie, causing them both to spill their drinks. She'd pealed from the bar parking lot in Chad's pickup, leaving him stranded.
When she got home, she took out the loaded revolver from under the mattress. She quickly packed her camping tent and some clothes. She'd been living at the camp ground ever since. But it must have been an accident. Chad would never have hurt her on purpose. Still, she slept with the revolver under her pillow
The last time Lucy had seen her husband Chad was two weeks ago. She had found that sleeping on the ground was uncomfortable. But ironicly she felt safer out in the campground then she had in her own locked house with Chad. He'd behaved irraticly for years. He would often accuse her of putting thoughts in his head. She dismissed it as stress. After all, working at Miller's Gas, Lube and Tire was a tough job. But two weeks ago at Eddies, she saw that his paranoia had turned from merely unsettling, to dangerous.
"They're talkin about me, Loose." He had always called her loose, since their first date together when she'd earned the name by pulling him into the womens bathroom after her for a quickie.
"Who's talking about you?" Lucy gased through the dim smoke filled bar and could see nothing unusual. Deacon was in the corner drinking alone. Ranger Jane was dressed up in a business suit, wearing stilletto heals. Come to think of it that did seam a little odd. She sat with her back to Lucy, talking to some overly thin, frail looking pixiegirl.
"The deputy and Vern, over there. They've been gettin quiet every time I walk by them. They must be talking about me behind my back. They are trying to get me fired. I know they're out to get me."
Lucie would have thought he was kidding but she had seen his grease stained hands shake as he lit his cigarrette. The flick of the lighter illuminated two rows of crooked yellow teeth. "Chad, you're talking crazy. What have you done for deputy Evans to have anything against you?"
He slammed the hand that held the cigarrette down on hers, glaring at her. "Are you against me too? "
When she felt the cigarrete burning into her flesh she screamed. She pulled back so hard that she lost her balance. She fell against Jane, knocking her into the pixie, causing them both to spill their drinks. She'd pealed from the bar parking lot in Chad's pickup, leaving him stranded.
When she got home, she took out the loaded revolver from under the mattress. She quickly packed her camping tent and some clothes. She'd been living at the camp ground ever since. But it must have been an accident. Chad would never have hurt her on purpose. Still, she slept with the revolver under her pillow
