This week’s flash fiction challenge is one of length – write a story in 100 words. I’m game.
I approach the place Kendra is resting. I creep, as if it will make my task easier.
“Baby, I have something to tell you.”
Silence answers me.
“This will be hard for you to hear.” I twist the plastic surrounding the bouquet. “I’ve been seeing someone else. For the past four months.”
I swallow, imagining tears, screaming. Instead, there is silence.
A lump forms in my throat. This is harder than I thought it would be.
“I don’t expect you to understand. Just remember that I love you.”
I place the daisies – Kendra’s favorite – on her headstone.
It’s time for me to leave.