Friday Fictioneers: The photo prompt, by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields:
The police called a tow truck for my crippled car.
They took me to the hospital. The impact damaged my pride more than it damaged my body, but they wanted to check me over. I had a concussion and a bloody nose. Nothing else.
The real injury, I feared, would be my husband’s wrath when he saw the damage to my brand new car.
He never let me see that, though. Instead, he just wrapped me up in his arms. I was pretty sure I felt him sobbing.
He denied it.
DISCLAIMER: Because so many of you assumed this was a true story, or asked if it really happened, I hereby declare and proclaim that this is FICTION. I promise. It didn’t really happen. At least, not to me 🙂