I’m always thankful for Priceless Joy who hosts Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (75 – 175 words); and I also want to thank to TJ Paris for providing the inspiring photo prompt this week. If you haven’t heard of or joined this challenge, please do yourself a favor and check out PJ’s blog for more details and entertaining entries. You won’t regret it.
Now to the story:
He stops holding my hand as the butterfly lands on the jaded cactus beside me.
“I made my peace with it, Bonnie. Now you need to.”
We sit down, and I dig my heels into the burning ocean of yellow sand.
“I’m sorry, but I—”
“Don’t have a choice.” My throat tightens.
Sighing, he kisses my temple.
I cover my ears, but my hands fail to muffle the bang! His dead weight drops against my shoulder, and I just sit there, holding my breath, until his blood seeps into my shirt.
Gasping, I jerk away. His body falls to the dirt, face first.
I can’t stop. Not the crying. Not the rocking back and forth.
It takes so many heartbeats for me to get the fire going. And I do it. I eat him.
Of course after cleaning him, throwing up, and pounding my fists against my head a few times to beat in some kind of courage to live through this. To survive.
As I chew on his meat, I whisper . . .