Today I am carrying on from where I left off last week on Six Sunday Sentence.
“So do I, sweetheart. So do I.” He wrapped his arms around his children and rested his chin on their soft golden curls.
He’d tried her cell phone.
He’d checked with the police. No accidents reported in his vicinity. Did that mean…what? His fingers tunneled through his dark hair.
Since he’d brought Alice, the wrong twin, to the ranch, six years ago, she’d never stopped moaning. The isolation gave her the creeps; she wanted kids. He gave her two. They were noisy, dirty and a nuisance; she wanted out of the marriage. He negotiated total parental rights, and Alice smiled sweetly before disappearing from their lives. A week later Jim, the local Sherriff, informed Luke of his wife’s death in a head-on-car-collision.
Please come back tomorrow for another six sentences of this story.