Consternation

“Whom are they taking away now? The presence of the green car is ominous.”

“Don’t over-stretch your imagination. Our neighbors bought a new car.”

“If they can afford this car in recessionary times, check what they do or who favors them.”

“You are a conspiracy theorist. Can’t someone just buy a green car?”

I can’t resist peeping in the car, on my evening walk. It holds sten guns and stun guns, and ugh … body bags.

I dial the police. Someone looking like a cop emerges from the car.

“I guess your wife warned you.”

How does he know her?

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