By Bobby Warner
A light breeze blew in from the lake. He rolled over and touched her shoulder.
“Happy?” he asked, stroking her arm gently, almost as though he was afraid he would hurt her in some way.
“Happy? I don’t know that I would call it that. It’s been so long since I’ve known happiness that I don’t think I would recognize it if it bit me.”
“Let’s go inside. We’re going to get sunburned out here.”
“Yes,” she said. “Let’s go in and make love. That might help me forget for awhile what we had to do to get rid of him.”
Gah!! Lol. Not what I expected.
Wow! Did not expect that last line! With one sentence you turned this story into an entirely different animal. Really great.
Very nice. Loved the ending punch.
Thanks for all the comments. Your words are much appreciated!
Wow, cliffhanger. Love it.
Ha! I like how you kept it really simple with possibility of sunburn and expressions like wouldn’t recognize it if it bit me. It lures you into a sense of normalcy, only to “bite” you in the end. Really enjoyed this one.