Last Love – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
I confess that this week’s photo by Dawn Miller leaves me as confused as ever.
Some things never change.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and to see what others have written.

© Dawn Miller for Sunday Photo Fiction

Click here to hear the story read by the author:
Last Love

I sit in my armchair, smiling at her beautiful face.
You know, every song sings of first love, how it never dies.
What rubbish.
They wail continually about being sweet sixteen, how their hearts are broken.
Well, get over it.
There will be others, maybe armies of them.
But, when we reach a certain age, as I have, we know that this is the last time we will feel this way.
We have learnt how to treasure these moments.
Because we know there are so few remaining to us.
So I gaze at her in adoration.
Like me, she is not young.
She is neatly dressed, a cup of tea at her elbow, her head bent over a book.
She exudes a poise, a tranquility, an understanding, that brings peace to my soul.
We met only a few years ago, and I knew at once I would spend the rest of my life with her.
Or, that she would spend hers with me.
Happily, it worked out both ways.
You see, although she wanted to leave me, she didn’t.
Because I killed her.
And had her embalmed.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
This entry was posted in Sound Bite Fiction and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

26 Responses to Last Love – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. athling2001 says:

    Wow – great twist. So much for true love.

    Like

  2. mandibelle16 says:

    I knew it was coming but still, the Norman Bates move creeps me out. Well written though! Hugs again CE.

    Like

  3. I was expecting many things, but not the embalming. That is a new twisted twist, which made me laugh.

    Like

  4. emmylgant says:

    That’s one way to kill time!
    Sweet, dark, and funny (in a sick sort of way that had me tearing up with mirth, but hey, we’re all sickos, here).
    Vintage C.E.!

    Like

  5. Dahlia says:

    I was fooled – almost 😀 Loved the story.

    Like

  6. oh my what an ending. Loved it.

    Like

  7. sailajaP14 says:

    Dark. Wouldn’t have it end any other way!

    Like

  8. You killed it with the killing at the end. A brilliant sadistic piece but then that’s something we have all come to expect of yoU, IN A GOOD WAY THOUGH.

    Like

  9. A novel way to live happily ever after! 😉

    Like

  10. michael1148humphris says:

    What a villain, I saw a Victorian melodrama, lovely.

    Like

  11. Oh my goodness, I laughed out loud at that ending. How inappropriate of me!

    Click to visit Keith’s Ramblings

    Like

  12. Hmmm. It seemed so sweet up until the end.

    Like

  13. Iain Kelly says:

    I was waiting for it to arrive and it didn’t disappoint. Much easier to get along with now too.

    Like

  14. Won’t cost very much to feed her though.

    Like

Leave your Sound Bite here

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s