The Cuckoo's Call

by Lily Morton

“You’re very quick to trust a stranger,” he murmurs, his eyes back on the road, but his brow wrinkled in concern. “Maybe too much so.” His concern warms my chest. It’s a rare occurrence for me and I push the feeling away. “I’m not. I just trust you for some reason.” He shoots me a startled look and then turns his attention back to the road. “Unless you really are a murderer who’s going to slit my throat and throw me down the gap.” I pause. “Oh god, please say you’re not and that I haven’t just given you the idea of how to murder me.” He laughs. “Give me some credit. If I were a serial killer, I’d be an organised one, and I’m positive that I’d want to come up with my own killing ideas rather than just copying yours.” I relax back against the seat. “Thank goodness for fragile male pride.”