May 4, 2016 by Felicia Hf
He looked at the picture again. The last picture his wife had taken before she had been murdered. The beach looked grayish, but that might only have been the dark clouds in the sky throwing shadows. In the background, the giant stone sculpture loomed, carrying the bridge on his back. Had she climbed to that bridge? Had she stayed down on the beach?
All he knew was that the body had been washed ashore a few beaches further downstream, a camera slung around her neck. Somehow they had retrieved the photographs, but they weren’t consoling him.
She would forever be lost to him now. The grainy photograph the last memory of her. Her vacation to get some time alone to think.
He wondered what she had really been doing there.
Suddenly his phone rang.
“Your time is running out. Soon you will join your wife in hell.”
He knew that voice, he realised with a start, but it was too late. He screamed as the blade buried itself into his back.
FFfAW, Week of 05-03-2016