Midlife Crisis by David Hall


Two gleaming predatory eyes stare with hungry intent at the front door from the driveway. Its shiny muscular dark green carapace hunched in a perpetual state of readiness. Jill knew this was a brash decision, but how could she resist… Wasn’t her relationship on the rocks anyhow?

“It’s me or that car, Jill. You decided!” had been Fiona’s ultimatum.
How could she do that? How could Fiona have put her in that position? Jill had only one true love...

The night was dark, cradling a Whiskey on the front verandah, Jill stared intently down the driveway.

Was it worth it?

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