Story #6: What Goes Up...
started by @lmholton on Sunday, March 14 at 10 PM
As the car teetered on the edge of the cliff, she consoled herself with the knowledge that she was, in fact, wearing clean underwear.
At least this time, the car was a rental.
A rental she had smartly registered under her husband's name.
Loose rocks fell. The car squeaked loudly and swayed precariously as she carefully inched herself out of the rear window.
She stepped back, away from the car. Her husband, still reeking of Southern Comfort, regained consciousness behind the wheel.
"Until next time, Charlie," she said, kicking the dented bumper with the toe of her black Lucchese patent leather boot.
Her husband woke up. The car fell, bounced off the side of the cliff before exploding in a giant orange fireball below.
It shouldn't have happened, she thought. The cause had been the opposite of the effect: subtle, almost imperceptible.
She thought back to the morning's crossword, and the fatal clue:
6 across, "What goes up", seven letters, ends with Y.
Everything that followed, from the axe to the freight elevator, glowed with perfect clarity in her memory. "Gravity."
(The end)
