When she saw the headline that Monday morning, a white bird unfurled its wings in her chest.
It can’t be true, she thought. God punishes virtue not sin.
When she saw his name—number 42 on that dreadful list—her eyes brimmed, but her lips twitched.
When the sky turned black that night, she filched his spare car-keys from the drawer and crashed his baby into the first potted plant outside the gate.
The sky did not fall. Her phone did not ring.
Tearing open a pack of crisps, she took off her wedding ring and at last began to dream.
Really stunning – loved every word
Yaaaayyy. I’m happy.
Intriguing and well written, but for my male mind- a little confusing. lol.
Don’t be so hard on yourself. I meandered through my own maze before I saw the light.
Says so much. Good use of the title too. Well done!
Thank you for reading.
Wonderfully written! Not a word out of place.
Thank you for the awesome feedback.
Complicated. Needs to be read and re-read. Free at last.
He died ignobly and embarrassed her posthumously. It was no surprise to her but still.
Hers is an expensive freedom.
Expensive maybe, but well worth the price I think…. 🙂
I really liked this, Justin. I could clearly picture her on the sofa munching crisps while not caring about crumbs, and watching trash on tv. Go girl!
Also, I liked that he was number 42. Perhaps she will find her meaning of life now!
Thank you for seeing my weird vision.