Aftermath

Flash fiction. 100 words.

She gapes at the smoldering heap of rubble, the acrid smoke making her gag nearly as much as her desolation. Tears wash rivulets down her blackened face.

"What are we going to do?" she falters, her shaking hand seeking his.

"We are going to start over," he says. "We've done it before."

"I didn't think it would end like this. Not again."

He gently takes her in his arms, tugging at the hair at the nape of her neck.

"We're going to be ok," he says. "But next time we have a fight, please don't burn down the house again."

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Gandré]

oh he is so generous, your character. I love generous people. This was worth to win the Ultra-short Contest. Loved it.

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations on winning the Ultra-short Contest!