She spoke of divorce.
Her husband locked the door, seized the key, and crossed his arms.
‘Wife, you won’t leave through that door while I’m alive.’
She shook her head. Then she walked to the window, opened it, and jumped out.
They were living on the third floor.
Published by Vincent Mars
I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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18 thoughts on “50-Word Tales #102”
Sad but it made me want to read more..You leave the story at a juncture where without many words, meaning is so crystal clear. And your mind can’t stop running with so many possibilities of before & after this..I wish to have your writing magic with me,lol 😀
Well done in so few words!
Reblogged this on saugat1980 and commented:
How do you come up with so many interesting plot twists?! 🙂 Clever work!
Blame it on the hat Daniel. 😉
Killer final line, very laconic
I hope my line did not kill anybody though. 🙂
Less is more.
More is less. 🙂
She spoke of divorce. Apparently anything less was the same as suicide?
I have my doubts about matrimony, to tell you the truth. 🙂
That makes two of us.
Too sad! And the husband, such an asshole…I think he should jump out of the window, not her 😉 Nice to read you.
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The last line literally killed. Great piece.
Belissimo! You have written beautifully! Never stop, my friend.
Great last line. Strong, but not absolute. It is only 30 feet after all. Maybe she’s part cat!