(100-word flash fiction)
She slid into the still waters stained crimson with sunset.
She felt free as those birds flying towards the horizon. As vast as the ocean in whose lap she now cradled in. Unfettered as the breeze caressing the water. Thousands of miles away with a perfect alibi.
If only she could have tortured him the way he had broken her spirit. Cracked her open and filled her with pain. With slow poison he wouldn’t even know he was dying.
She dried herself, sauntered lazily to the beachside cottage and let herself in.
And found him lying dead on her bed.
* Just for the record, I don’t like the ending. It’s so unfair, especially with the #metoo campaign now on. I fought with the muse for a whole day and nothing else was given. 😦 So be it.
** Couldn’t resist the alliteration in the first line. 🙂