The Third Option

Death comes for us all but it doesn't mean we go quietly into that dark night. Anna Bradley won't let death stop her from going home to her husband and daughter. Excerpt: Well damn. That certainly put things in perspective. A little too late though, I thought desolately as I stared down at my dead body as it bled onto the road. Something tells me “De Nile” isn’t just a river in Africa. I had forgotten the number one rule of driving. Never, ever, presume that people are going to do what they are supposed to do. The “walk” light at a downtown intersection had lit up and lost in my thoughts of work and home, I had forgotten to double check the way was clear. I forgot to look both ways so I didn’t see the blue Lexus SUV that ran the red light. I forgot and now the toes of the new brown dress shoes that I had thought accented my casual chic outfit so delightfully well were dipped in a puddle of my blood as it cooled in the evening air.