I found Charlotte doubled over next to a grave coating humiliated snowdrops in sticky bile, thick yellow drool hanging from her pale bottom lip.
"Char, what is it? You okay?"
She placed both hands on her stomach, cautiously straightening her back.
"Chrissy, got a tissue?"
"Here. Have this."
A chilly gust slapped my cheek as Charlotte wiped her mouth.
"Chrissy, I can't keep it in any longer, I have to go to the police."
"WHAT? You said you'd do WHAT?"
"Found it so hard to tell you Chrissy."
"Tell me what?"
"I WAS THERE when he threw himself on the tracks."
A chilly gust smacked my other cheek.
I'm linking up with JB47's 100 Word Challenge. This week's prompt was... You said you'd do WHAT? ...
This is part of a wider story. You can read the other instalments in the series here.