The sound of the piano filled hours. Time she could’ve spent with him.
Her mouth, a slash of red, now the waxy pallor of her face.
He takes too long.
He imagines placing a single white lily where it happened.
It’s the thought that counts.
4 Replies to “Jealousy”
You have stark images here, each of the prompt elements representing a different moment in time. Well done.
I love the imagery you create. I can see a Morgue and the man id’ing her body.Good work.
How tragic! You did a fantastic job showing the scene!
I love those last two lines with the lily and the thought. Grief in a different manner.
I didn’t get the “morgue” vibe until later. I presume she was murdered by the man she had an affair with?