It was you!

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I was in the kitchen alone.

I heard a sound in the front room.

As I turned toward the sound I saw a shadow cross the floor.

As I moved forward the shadow it moved father to the right.

Two more steps and the shadow continued to be just out of sight.

One more step. It stopped. I saw a hooded figure with a sickle.

I recognized the face of course.

It was you, my wife!

Darkness My Old Friend

This post is written for Emilia’s Picture It and Write Challenge. dark-allyway He could here the sirens. The police sirens. The police that were after him. The neighbor had called the police after hearing the gunfire. She was dead. He had made sure of that.

The night hides the crime

Passion gone bad rules  again

Darkness my old friend

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The Sailing Ship — A Haibun

Written for Friday Fictioneers. My story starts after the photo. For other stories click on the blue frog at the end of this post. Enjoy!

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Georgia Koch

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch

 

 

Her folks were against their marriage  from the beginning. It will never work out they said! Never in a million years.

Opposites attract she replied. Love will conquer all and all those arguments. He, for his part, felt the same. A life together with unlimited freedom and possibilities.

The kids made it difficult. Staying at home was not what she had envisioned. The dreams of trips to Paris and Rome were but vague memories.

When he did leave they offered her advice.

That ship has sailed she replied.

hurt feelings surround

love never gives up her dead

survival the game