Wednesday means it’s once more time for Friday Fictioneers. It feels like a relief to once more write a story without connection to previous entries.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful group of bloggers from around the world who every week gather to write a
story of 100 words (more or less). If you want to know more, go to Rochelle Wissoff-Fields page and check it out. If you only want to check out the great stories click the little blue guy at the bottom.
My story is exactly 100 words.
As dusk settled, Laura lit the oil-lamps they once received as wedding gifts. She wanted to savor a moment of silence before she left forever.
Without Robert her life was empty, and leaving it all behind was her only option. She had investigated carefully and she knew the necessary physical parameters.
She looked at the three suitcases and thought in amazement about the content. Everything she once valued was in those three bags.
She took a sip of the Amarone wine Robert had kept for himself, and opened the can of gasoline. Bleach and fire would take care of DNA.