We should have been here together, at the sea, but you choose betrayal.
You had grown absent, always glancing at your phone, ceasing to tell me anything. Silent, always too tired.
Then I found your credit statement. I didn’t want to pry, but I noticed dinners at “Chez Michel” when you had been working.
“Chez Michel” where I went down on my knees, proposing, and you accepted. From there I believed it was only us…, Forever In space in time.
I sit thousands of feet above the sea, closer to the precipice than before. I watch seagulls sailing below, and wonder how much death will hurt.
It pleases, me to know it will hurt you more… but… I want to watch your pain so I retract, leaving my clothes where I know you will find them.
I will stalk you from afar. Forever yours.
Paul Gauguin
Today, we write prosery with Merril at dVerse. The challenge is simple enough, a piece of prose with a beginning middle and end, where we have to include the following line:
“In space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea” from “Meditation in Sunlight” by May Sarton.
March 13, 2023
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Intensely bitter, Bjorn.
Oh you love these dark and twisty characters! Well done!
I could not avoid twisting the story…
😂
If she has grown distant and is seeing another, your death will not affect her in the way you wish. Staying alive will be much more tortuous for her! 🫶🏽
Maybe the now knowing is even worse.
Leaving something behind for the betrayor to find is a nice touch. It will haunt forever. The location in the painting you chose to go with it is so beautiful. It would be a shame to have it sullied by suicide. 😦
I agree, but beautiful cliffs seems to attract the suicidal
What a dark, but captivating tale you’ve spun, Bjorn. I can see the man leaving clothes behind… she’ll never know the truth!
I think she will always see his shadow.
Dark and bitter. omg!!!
much💜love
that’s my kind of dark story. I do enjoy stories like tis.
Wow ~ that is dark, Sir! Well done!
~David
Ironic, but I read the ending differently – as in, leave the clothes behind to suggest, but the betrayed walks away – which then is a “sweet revenge” … which is the way I believe you’ve written it. At any rate, the tension is wonderful throughout. And who can determine what one’s fairy tale or poison ending is in this world?
Indeed… he walks away, a bitter but maybe sweet revenge.
Such a dark cleverness. It will eat him until nothing is left…(K)
Deliciously dark Björn… 👍🏼🙂✌🏼
I love a story of revenge! 😳
Genius! I let out a little squee at the end, too creepy! 🤩👏👏
Such an ominous ending. The stalker. The jilted lover you think is dead but now can haunt you in the flesh. It’s like the start of a creepy horror novel. Shivers, here.
But what if she doesn’t even go looking for him? Alas – the opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference.
Oh sweet revenge 🙂 Nice take on the prompt, Bjorn!
Wow she will never know the truth!! 👌
A great story! I love this line… I watch seagulls sailing below, and wonder how much death will hurt.
Ah! The pain of betrayal. 🙂
Wow. This grabbed one by the throat and very slowly squeezed! Man, that sounds a bit intense… but it is exactly what I felt. A lot packed into a small space.
It is good that he walks away sure of his inclination. Betrayal will eventually lets out the truth!
Hank
how much death will hurt? 😌