(100-word flash fiction)
Genre : Modern Shakespearian tragedy spoof
Hamlet sits by the boat, indecisive. Pulled out of the canal, plants still clinging to her body, Ophelia looks like a marble statue.
She opens one eye by a sliver, espies Hamlet and thinks derisively, “I am so over this indecisive fool. He thinks I am dead.”
She relaxes into musing, “It’s all planned. Laertes will come in the night and dig me out. That dude Othello looks promising. No dithering for him. The speed with which he killed Desdemona was impressive. Must check out his relationship status.”
Finally, Hamlet moves. He turns to Horatio and mumbles. “Burial at sea.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers for the photo prompt below –