This story is for Friday -Fictioneers, a flash fiction site hosted by Rochelle. Other contributions can be read HERE.
I like this week’s picture, I can sense the thunderous roar as the water falls over the cliffs, and almost feel the humidity hanging in the air. It is a powerful scene.
‘The falls are wonderful.’ ‘What did you say?’ Laura shouted, ‘I said this is impressive!’ ‘Come on.’ Mike held her hand and led her along the narrow path.
She felt his grip tighten as they neared the edge of the cliff. ‘I can’t live without you. If I jump, nobody will ever know.’ ‘No Mike, don’t.’ She struggled free from his clenched hold. He laughed. Laura’s legs shook, and she stumbled away from the precipice.
Mike knelt and held up a ring. She felt her heart thumping Her answer must be no. Will he really jump? Only she would know.
Thank you Rochelle for the writing prompt, a picture submitted by a favourite blogger of mine, Dale Rogerson.
More stories from Friday Fictioneers can be found HERE.
We argued over a trivial extravagance, and Glenda stormed out. I’m going to Cardiff, don’t call me. She slammed the front door, and plaster fell from the ceiling in the hall. The children said nothing. After school, we had a two-week holiday in the Pennines and returned to an empty house. Clare asked when Mum was coming home. Soon, I said, and choked on my despair.
Late from work, I saw the solitary rose. My heart raced. Sorry, said Glenda. It’s okay, I said. How’s Cardiff? George still loves me. Jealousy, grounds for murder, I thought, and hugged her tightly.