He was gone, one shoe left behind collecting dust in the closet.
A slap of heel against the threshold and the door slam behind, sounds she remembered as he slipped into the dense dark of night, the emptiness lingering in the hollows of her eyes.
He looked back as she steadied the scope on the rifle. A little to the right and an explosion ripped through murky sky.
“Must have been a car backfiring,” she told the cop when she took his parka and hung it in the closet above the one shoe left behind.
This post is in response to the Five Sentence Fiction prompt “zombies.”
“He looked back as she steadied the scope on the rifle.” I LAUGHED OUTLOUD!! Totally unexpected and MOST excellent!
Thanks. He had it coming. That’ll teach him not to leave his shit in her closet.
Tough love! A nice twist of fate, and a shot in the dark: a cool lady :)
Tough love hurts. : ) Thanks.
Um…..if I have anything in your closet, you can keep it. Hee Hee.
Nice job!
Thanks. I think we’re good. : ) Space is the final frontier.
Good job! “A slap of heel against the threshold…” The little things that can push us right over the edge. I knew you’d nail this stuff.
Thanks Jayne. I’m still revising the piece in my head. : )
Here’s an interesting challenge.
91-Word Memoir Contest
http://www.writingclasses.com/ContestPages/91W.php
We constantly revise, don’t we? Step away from it for a day or so. And visit the other writers that linked up at FSF. I’m always blown away and inspired by the diversity. I’ll check out the link. Thanks.
I love this, Lauren! LOVE. The emptiness lingering in the hollows of her eyes…the whole thing. I’m really impressed.
Thank you, June.
Your comment was so wonderful to read after fighting with alleged free online grammar checkers for the past 1/2 hour. The last one I tried would have bankrupted me.
Great imagery here, especially her state of mind shown in her eyes… well done!
Thanks so much, Lisa.
That was my take on the Zombie theme – Her state of mind.
Delicious imagery. Really well done :D
Thank you.