The flame of passion, never having burned too brightly in Lily’s breast, flickers briefly before expiring, mired in the swamp of Maurice’s devotion.
Gazing down at him from her marital pedestal, she examines her exit strategy.
Lily is no fool. No-one jumps ship until a life-boat appears, but the horizon appears markedly bereft of any kind of craft, alive or otherwise.
“Do I need a man?” she ponders. “Or do I crave security?”
The answer is revealed by the discovery of hitherto undisclosed life-insurance.
Lily sets sail.
Well, though a tad less devotional, the swamp proves fit for purpose.
I crossed another item off my bucket list with my success at Flash 500, after what seemed like a lifetime of being long/short-listed. Right… what next? A big thank-you to Rochelle for the very literal “heads-up”, not to mention her support and her championship of the flash fiction cause at Friday Fictioneers.