Burning bridges

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.

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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.

Friday Fictioneers is handled by Rochelle who set the bar as high as possible, and every week we try to follow writing stories in 100 words.



October 12, 2016

32 responses to “Burning bridges

  1. I love how this turns in the middle!

    I am a comma fanatic though, I know I overuse them, but I think maybe I would add one after “Dusk settling.”

  2. Ooops indeed. Makes us wonder if it was one thing or an accumulation of things… Either way, Robert won’t be doing it (them) again!

  3. I’m sure Robert must have had a sinister side that was well taken care of by Laura. Ahhh … the macabre. Could it be the impending Halloween nights? 👻 I enjoyed the story. It’s new to me, Bjorn, as I hadn’t read it before.
    Isadora 😎

  4. Wonder if he deserved it? Not that most people really deserve this fate, but you never know. Chilling tale Bjorn – though she’s built a nice big bonfire to warm herself by … 🙂

  5. At least she’ll miss him, and values what they once had – so she’s got a heart somewhere. I wonder how many other husbands she’s disposed of. She sounds like she’s done this before. A very chilling character and a good story.

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