Question of the Day!

I laid the shovel across my shoulder and tossed flower seeds into the loose soil. I poured some water over the area. I loaded my tools into the bed of my pickup and climbed behind the wheel. Before I drove off, I smiled at the impromptu flower bed I just created.

"And in a few weeks, Jack will literally be pushing up the daisies."

I headed toward my cabin, knowing that no one would ever find his body, way out here in the middle of nowhere. No one would miss him except me. Or maybe that narcissistic asshole Sean, but he's too self-centered to notice anything beyond his nose. How could Jack have chosen Sean over me? The last straw came when Jack said I was unhinged with multiple personality disorders and he was afraid that I would kill him someday.

I chuckled. He certainly called that one right.