She needed money, badly. He liked to live well above their income; her gambling habit didn’t help. She figured totalling one of his luxury vehicles should be worth a hellva lot of insurance money. And, as a lawyer, she’d launch lawsuits against the automobile manufacturer and the car dealership for willful negligence. But no matter how many times she drove the damn thing into a wall, if wouldn’t die.

scrawled/scrawling for Rachel’s Friday Fictioneers

photo credit: Liz Young

some road music