Fiction: A Fictional Narrative

"Is it just me or is everyone in this town, weird?" I sigh, leaning up against the counter.

"That's a rhetorical question right?" Andrea chuckles.

"No. I want an answer!" I say walking toward her.

"Alright..." She pauses, thinking of an answer. "I think you have the unique ability to bring out the strangeness in other people. How does that sound?"

"Rather sweet..." I giggle softly and smile.

"I try," she replies.

"Hey. Andrea." Jim says opening the door and smiling to Andrea. "Can I talk with you outside for a second?"

I walk toward him and kiss him softly on the cheek before walking out the door with him.

"You look down... what's up?" I ask as we cross the street, his hand resting against my hip.

"Remember earlier when that woman fell in the square?" He asks.

my very handsome and heroic husband revived her." I say smiling at him as we sit down on our usual bench.

"Well she claims I injured her ribs and bruised her while I was reviving her," he sighs, "They're calling it negligence."

"You saved that woman's life! How can she get away with this?" I gasp.

"She's got a doctors report and is in the hospital. And it's pretty easy actually." He mutters, "All she had to do was just fill out the forms and the investigation begins."

"Yeah, but aren't you protected from this by the county?" I ask, my hand brushing through is hair.

"That's the problem," he sighs once more. "Technically, I was off-duty."

I sigh and then lean my head on his