Dusk settling Laura lit the oil-lamps they once received as wedding gifts. She wanted to savor a moment of silence before she left forever.
Life without Robert would be empty, but leaving all behind was the only option. She had investigated options and correlated parameters.. Now everything she once had valued was boxed and ready.
“Poor Robert, you never saw it coming did you?”.
She pouted and sipped his precious Amarone while pouring gasoline.on the boxes.
“Oops”, laughing she let one of the oil-lamps tumble.
Leaving she watched the tangerine flames consuming Robert’s boxed body and any evidence of past.
This image I did remember from the time when I piled bodies every week, and why change it when the image comes again. My story is to a large extent rewritten to be less obscure. There should not be any hesitation about what happens here.
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October 12, 2016