(Author’s note: A great response to last week’s story. Glad to hear things. Slowly getting back to normal after a major week of strangeness. Hope to have actual other fiction up and running. Now, last time I did this photo, it ended up with a father changing a diaper while wearing protective gear. What will come up this time?)
by Miles H. Rost
“You don’t have to worry about anything. Just let yourself go and breathe,” Helen Young said, as her husband approached hyperventilation.
“There’s a reason I don’t like scubadiving.”
“I know, honey. But just breathe, and it’ll be like normal.”
The Youngs plunged into the water, Helen leading the way to a group of rocks about 125 feet down. She pointed down at them, and her husband went down to look at them.
From her side, she pulled out a knife and proceeded to cut his oxygen tube. Water rushed into his lungs, he gagged as he tried to surface for air.
“Freedom…” she thought.
Oh, dear. Husband didn’t see that coming. So trusting, the fool. Great twist on Rochelle’s prompt, Miles 🙂
Even more sinister given his fear of diving. Hardcore ending to a romance.
DAMN, but that was sickening!
Nice work this week! 🙂
Great story. Horrible character!
Nasty, drowned with love.
Every prompt needs at least one story involving a killing; was the husband abusive?
Ooh nasty! I remember your previous story by the way and absolutely loved it! This take is equally good and unpleasant in a different way altogether 😀