Only The Wine
Moonlight shimmers in the glass scattered across the hardwood floor.
It wasn’t going to end like this. It wasn’t supposed to end at all.
She blinks back tears. There’s no time for that now. Maybe later. Maybe never. But not now.
The pool of blood grows, spreading across the floor like some evil tide, setting the shards afloat; ships of light shifting on a deadly sea. The tide reaches her feet, soaking into her white socks, staining the tips.
And still she stares.
It’s only the wine. She lies to herself. But the truth hangs heavy from her hand—the unopened bottle with a stained label. The shattered glasses on the floor. The unnatural crater in his skull.
It wasn’t going to end like this. It wasn’t supposed to end at all.
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This was based on a tweet from Tony Noland. Thanks for the inspiration this week!
Niiiice, Dani. Bravo.
Wow, awesome job with an awesome prompt! You had me thirsty and sad all at once.
Bloody good! – DianeG
Wow this is so good, it suggests a backstory and what is to come. This line is fabulous! “The pool of blood grows, spreading across the floor like some evil tide, setting the shards afloat; ships of light shifting on a deadly sea.”
I’m thrilled to have provide the inspiration for such a terrific piece!
On the bright side, it only ended like this for him. Depending on her state’s laws, it might not even end in the death penalty for her.
Strong tone, Danni. Welcome back.
a corker of a tale
Oh dear, if only it WAS only the wine…
Powerful and on such a low word count too, I particularly liked the imagery of para 4, “The pool of blood grows,….”
Super power in so few words Dani! I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say “Thanks Tony”.
Brilliant story
Oh, nice
Creepy, full of sorrow and a touch of confusion. Good stuff.
Julie/Firewolf
Nicely done!
It never ceases to amaze me how much you pack into so few words. Wonderful stuff.