Dying To Meet You

The first date went very badly.

Exceptionally so.

In fact, Jenny mused as she watched them scrape Jonas off the pavement (bicycle helmet intact, skull not so much) it was probably the worst date she’d ever had.

Who stops to wave at their date in the middle of the street?

Especially when a truck is coming along.

Sipping her coffee, Jenny slid her phone out of her bag.  She’d taken a few photos (because who would believe her?) but now it was time to start the hunt afresh.  As the paramedics folded a PVC sheet over the mushy remains of her date, Jenny loaded up the dating app once more.


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