A smile tugged at her lips as she took a step closer.
“This is adorable,” she said, her voice hushed.
It was their one-year anniversary. She hadn’t thought he’d even remember.
She took another step closer, the field of flowers spreading out in front of her.
It was one of a kind.
“Just for you,” he whispered behind her.
She could hear the smile in his voice. She turned towards him, drawing him close.
Just before their lips touched, she stopped. The intense gleam in his eye caught her off guard.
She spun back towards the field, their lips barely brushing.
“What are they?” she asked, suddenly cautious.
He didn’t reply.
She stepped right up behind one of the flowers. Taking a deep breath, she walked around it.
Then she screamed.
Pale lifeless eyes stared back at her from an impaled head.
Behind her, she heard the cackle of a laugh.
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“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the back of an elephant before,” she whispered amused, nudging him with her arm.
He didn’t reply.
She turned her torch back toward him. “Everything okay?”
He wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were fixed on something behind her, his brows creased.
A knot of unease formed in her stomach. She didn’t want to turn around. “What’s there?”
He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Her stomach flipped. She couldn’t turn around. It was like she was frozen in place. “What is it?” she whispered again, fear shaking her voice.
“Your father,” he finally replied.
Behind her she heard the crack of a floorboard.
She spun around.
Sunday Photo Fiction, May 13, 2018
I looked down at the tiny cars way down below. They were so far away, they almost looked like toy cars. I sighed and turned back into the room hundreds of floors above.
“You sure you want to do this?”
The man opposite me nodded solemnly. He was down on one knee, looking at me with pleading eyes.
“I can’t do this no more.”
I stared into his sea green eyes, wishing I could tell him not to do this, telling him to go back home to his wife and pretend like nothing had happened.
Slowly, I raised my right arm and pointed the gun somewhere between those eyes. There was no way I could let him do that and he knew it.
Silently, the bullet tore threw his body.
When I turned back to the window to look down, the two cars were gone.
Sunday Photo Fiction, October 22nd 2017