She screamed, watching the sailboat motor from the harbor. He didn’t look back.
The engine. He can’t hear me.
She’d known it was over when the bed was empty that morning. Did he know her plans? How?
Silence on the water. She looked up. He stood, one arm holding a middle finger aloft, like a torch.
She dug her toes into the sand and aimed the pistol. He jumped down into the cockpit. Then she noticed his shirt at her feet, and the Gideon Bible she gave him.
Dropping her arm, she blasted a hole through the book’s worn leather cover.
The ending is great, John. Such a spurned human thing to do!
Brilliant! “Did he know her plans?”
Flash fiction is a tricky genre. You
clearly nailed it. Nice work, as
always.