A tale done for Daily Flash Fiction. Word Count- 299
Lost in thought, despite the silence, I didn’t hear them coming. I wasn’t expecting anyone, honestly. I had frantically called my boyfriend, gave a vague description of what had happened, where I was, and that I desperately needed help, but when he didn’t pick up the phone, I figured I was on my own.
“Not the greatest spot, but we’ll make due,” A warm, motherly voice broke me from my reverie. “Phil, drop the bags of lye over here. We don’t have a lot of time.”
I jumped and stared, dumbfounded as my boyfriend came up beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
“Sorry- tried calling back, but you must be out of range. Don’t worry, Mom and Dad will give us a hand.”
“Steve,” I hissed, not sure if he completely understood what I meant when I said there was body to dispose of from a deal gone bad behind the seedy bar I sometimes did business at.
“Don’t worry, m’boy is right. We’ll have this taken care of in no time, don’t you worry.” A man, obviously, Phil, said, patting my shoulder.
I let out a short strangled giggle, realizing I would never be able to tell folks about how and where I first met my in-laws.