I watch Emily’s blood dissipate in the rushing river water.
They say water is the ultimate dissolvent. That given enough time, it will wear away anything.
It won’t take long to dissolve Emily; she’s already been dead a few days anyway.
It was an accident, I guess. She wanted to dissolve our relationship. I wanted to dissolve her resolve. But I couldn’t, and she wanted to go…
I reached for her. She reached for the door. I grabbed her neck. Emily tried to fight back…
I love her petite wrists. Her slender fingers. I sigh as they disappear beneath the surface.
A very chilling little tale of rejection and murder. Good job, Valerie.
thank you!
I could almost see the water slowly creeping up. Lovely story.
thanks diane! i’m glad you liked it.
OH my, LOVE this. I like the darkness. Check mine out: Last Glimpse
thanks angela! will do. 🙂