Every day I scan the mirror of my pond for telltale signs. Bubbles could be the first sign that my secret’s slipping through its shackles.
“I promise, you, it’s just a fling”
(that’s lies, lies)
“I love you still”
(that’s even more lies)
“I won’t do it again”
“Correct, you won’t”
For the briefest instant she had looked hopeful from my affirmative answer.
Until she understood…
Until I closed her glazing eyes.
I walk around my pond again looking for telltale signs. I scan its mirror once again.
The only tiny thing suspicious is how fat my koi has grown.In honor of the great C.E. Ayr who provided the photo, I had to include a body. I tried to do it by using an introspective monologue combined with a flashback dialogue. I hope it worked.
Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers bent on writing the Internet’s best flashfiction in 100 words to the same picture. Rochelle keeps us all inspired by setting the bars (high) and changing Wednesday to Friday.