As you know Sunday is usually story day so in lieu of Sunday Story I decided to do a flash fiction for today’s letter, hope you enjoy it….
She stood in the centre of the room, devoid of furniture it seemed cavernous, a stark contrast against the constriction of her stomach as reality set in.
The past few weeks had passed in a whirlwind, not that was not right it had been a tornado, destructive, terrifying and had destroyed her world and left her stranded here now in a desolate no man’s land.
Three months ago she had been blissfully unaware of what lay ahead, leafing through holiday brochures, debating the perfect location for the holiday they both needed so badly. Their careers were both taking off, long hours spent at the office had led to quality time rather than quantity or that was what she had believed. What is had actually led to was guilt driven shows of affection compensating for the fact he was preparing to move on.
When they had met he had already owned the house it made sense she give up her rented flat and move in, she had invested in their home, redecorating to show off the antique furniture he owned giving the whole place a fresh breath of air. When had it began to stagnate she wondered? After a year when he put a ring on her finger but refused to set a firm date? When he began taking business trips that her own careers prevented her from joining him on? Then the call.
Five years destroyed in less than five minutes. He had been too cowardly to even face her as he ripped her world to pieces. He had met someone… he was in love…moving in…selling the house…furniture going in storage… the fragments of the conversation punctured the disbelief she felt. He was sorry of course, but she surely understood, they had drifted apart and no point in dragging it out. Then the second bombshell had really dropped not only was he abandoning her, he was discarding her, leaving her homeless, he wanted her out in a month. She had snapped at that point launching her own tirade of his failures, refusing to thrown out on the streets, she would go once she could afford to, she needed time to gather money, he owed it to her to give her time unless he was prepared to pay compensation. That had silenced him and the phone had gone dead.
She could not believe his naivety that he had really believed she would go meekly, that she would accept his decision and he could go on with his life happily. She was already empty but soon that would be literal, she placed the envelope on the mantle where they had once been immortalised, smiling at sunset on a far flung beach. She took the knife from her bag and took off her jacket, she threw it where the chair had once stood and watched as it fell in a heap on the floor.
There was no hesitation, she had researched her subject thoroughly, prepared herself, after the first cut she had sat on the floor before making the second, then as she made the second she fell back into the pose she had calculated she would land in. As the blood flowed she felt a strange peace, and the cold, she had read about that but not expected it to be so tangible, her last thought as a smile formed on her lips was that he would have to live with this and she knew it would destroy him.
It did not take long before she was truly empty, the crimson life force spread around her sinking into the floorboards she had so lovingly sanded by hand and varnished.
The house gave a sigh, she was home and it would never be truly empty again.
This was an unedited Flash Fiction only spelling has been corrected.