Their relationship fell apart after three months in the wilderness. She missed the city life. He loved nature and hated the hustle and bustle of the city. The final fight was nasty. More violent than he expected. She put up quite a fight. When she left the city she told her friends she would never return. She was correct.
The brackish waters off the Kenai Fjords in remote Alaska provided the perfect place to dispose of her body.
He watched the final bubbles from her last breaths disappear beneath the water. Her replacement would be difficult to find. But not impossible. He had work to begin his search.
I had a late departure on my last day in Vietnam. My tour guide offered to take me around Ho Chi Minh City. Talk about fear. On several occasions I felt like we were going to crash because of all the cluster of motorcycles and the crowed crossings. Nobody wanted to yield the right of way.
The treasures from our travels are always a topic of conversation at our house. Alone, late at night, they want to talk to me. They can turn nasty at times. The eldritchhorror of their deaths haunt me,
It was a little after 7:30 am. We were about a half hour late. She always liked to get started early on her twice daily walk. I told her the radar indicated that the rain would be here shortly. I could tell by the look she gave me that she couldn’t wait. So off we went. Sure enough the rain started about five minutes into our walk. Ten minutes later it was a delude. She wasn’t happy.