Time, I think, for something a little darker. I’ve restrained myself admirably for weeks now, but as prompted by Erin Leary a short while ago, it’s time to ‘off’ someone.
And I feel better for it already! 🙂
Why not join us at Friday Fictioneers? Surely you’ve got a 100 word story waiting to be freed.
The seagulls had merely embellished the painstaking work of the ocean and its creatures; there were no recognisable bodily features. There was no doubt though about the clothes, the sodden Italian shoes, the expensive wristwatch – it must be her husband, her tormentor.
The shadow on the cliff-top watched apprehension roll from her shoulders, and sensed the soaring of her spirits as she stood, buffeted by the stiff breeze, carefully masking her emotions from those offering supporting arms around her.
Free now, and aching to be with her lover.
It would be a joyful process; a protracted…if at times painful reunion.