And here's my response:
A man, covered in blood, just walked up to the gate. Different lies were forming in his head. What should I tell her? What would she believe? He knew he could have cleaned up first, and save needing to explain himself. But I need her to know I did it for her. All of it for her.
She buzzed him through the gate, and was waiting for him in the open door as he made his way up the driveway. Her smile faltered as she took in his appearance.
"What happened to you? All you ok?"
He grinned. "More than ok."
Her heart dropped at his reaction. "What do you mean ok? How did you get covered in blood?"
"I took care of your little problem. Well I guess, our little problem now. You don't have to worry anymore." His eyes softened with affection, but were still gleeful with his happy news. However he could tell from her face that this wasn't going the direction he had hoped.
"Adam, no" she groaned. "Why would you do that? I have to turn you in." She moved inside the house, determined.
He sighed and quickly moved after her, locking the door behind him. He didn't want it to turn out this way. But hey, a little more blood wouldn't hurt.
I know, not the most clever. But hey, what can I say about waiting till the last moment while I'm in an airport wating to get back to New Zealand. Creativity and procrastination generally don't mesh.
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