1 – Fluid
2 – Melody
“What’s your name?” he asked as she popped the hood release lever. She was perfect he thought, a lot distracted and brunette just like her.
“Melody, is my name, “she said. “The daughter of two musicians from the sixties.”
He only half heard her. He was busy looking to see if there was any traffic on the street that might see him. He had only been lucky these past few months by being prepared at any time to take action against these half wit women like she had been, his first wife.
He quickly came to the drivers side door and swung hard making contact with her cheek. She slumped back across to the passengers side, passed out. He looked around again and then shut the hood. Getting her hands together with zip ties he shoved her body out of the drivers side and began to smile, “What a dumb bitch,” he said and started the car.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – melody