I’m back, though still at limited action for a short bit of time. I will be up fully this week when I can pull my head away from other things.
copyright- Jan Wayne Fields
The Letter
The young lady looked at the paper in front of her. She sighed, as she pushed the chair away from the old desk. Putting the quill back in the ink well, she stood and grabbed her bag that was sitting off to the side.
She expected that her husband would read the letter and get the message. She wanted to get away from the boring nature of life, and this would give some excitement.
She waited for his phone call. And waited. And waited.
She waited a year, and finally said no more. She entered the house, and walked to the study. Her husband lay on the floor, a pool of blood under his head, dried blood on the corner of the small table.
The letter was untouched.
Music and Fiction 
Dear Miles,
Did he lie there for a solid year?
shalom,
Rochelle
Interesting twist! Apparently, had she stayed, life wouldn’t have been boring any longer!
Wow, Miles, there’s so many ways this could go. You should really write a long version to explain some things, like how he died. If the cops catch her now, it’ll look pretty bad for her.
well, huh. what a slam of a story, Miles. really did not see your character finding her husband in that horrible condition. well done!
That is so creepy. I wonder if she feels bad for what she did now. That poor guy!
What an unpleasant find, particularly after a year. Still, there’ll be some excitement now.
Yikes! Surprised she went back – and to such horror.
Miles, It looks like they had few friends if he layed there for a year without being discovered. I don’t think I could have held out for a year. That must have been a horrid sight. Well written. 🙂 —Susan