Roses


You can't spot a red flag through rose tinted glasses, something my dentist used to say all the time. I don't know why my dentist told me that. But I should have listened. It was the first thing that came to my mind as I woke up this morning. I knew from the banging headache that I had been drugged. Some bird I met at the bar last night. I should have been home with my wife, but I thought going to a motel with her was a good idea. Hardly the first time I've made that mistake.

This isn't the first time I've been slipped a roofie and had my gun stolen either. I know the set up. She's going to pass it off to some thug who is going to frame me for murder. Problem is, I won't go down that easy. I know where she's headed. Homer Griffen, I put him away a while ago for some murders. I wouldn't have been able to do it without a witness. He had a little accident a while back and is still in the hospital. They're probably going to kill him.

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I make my way through the hospital until I get to the room. She's there, with my gun.  She couldn't pull the trigger. She's not a killer. I wonder what her relation is to Griffin.

"Hey doll, I need my gun back," I say placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Take it, I can't do it anyway."

We sit and talk for a while. Griffin is her boyfriend. He wanted her to kill the witness. Thought it would mean that his case would be dropped. Crazy what a woman will do for a man she loves. I could turn her in, but I won't. There's no real harm done here. I suppose we both fell for the rose tinted glasses.

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