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.
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© Dawn Miller for Sunday Photo Fiction
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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.
Wow – great twist. So much for true love.
I knew it was coming but still, the Norman Bates move creeps me out. Well written though! Hugs again CE.
I was expecting many things, but not the embalming. That is a new twisted twist, which made me laugh.
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.!
I was fooled – almost 😀 Loved the story.
oh my what an ending. Loved it.
Dark. Wouldn’t have it end any other way!
Seems like a lot of my romances end this way. I guess I am just an unlucky guy.
Awwww. Take heart. The best is yet to be. 😀
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.
You are very kind, Neel, happy you enjoyed it so much.
A novel way to live happily ever after! 😉
A man’s gotta do, Ms MM…
What a villain, I saw a Victorian melodrama, lovely.
Thanks, Michael, but I’m not that old!
Oh my goodness, I laughed out loud at that ending. How inappropriate of me!
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If you can’t laugh at a bit of murder and mummification, when can you laugh?
Hmmm. It seemed so sweet up until the end.
I know! Women, eh, what you gonna do?
I was waiting for it to arrive and it didn’t disappoint. Much easier to get along with now too.
But I have to make my own tea!
Won’t cost very much to feed her though.
You are a bad, bad man, Forbes, sometimes I forget you are half Scots!
That half does dominate sometimes lol
Of course you did. 😉
It seemed like a good idea at the time?