(Author’s note: I’ve been working overtime, which is one reason why last week had no Fictioneers submission from me. But in my quest to set up healthy habits, including writing 1000 words a day, I’ve now been able to incorporate Friday Fictioneers into that habit section. I am now ready to go. So here’s today, with music from a very underappreciated artist.)
Digging Up Bones
by Miles H. Rost
“All the items you are to take are over there, the rest of the items that are with me and the house are on the other side.”
Paul folded his arms, as Lindsay started to explode.
“That’s it?! That’s all from 15 years of marriage?”
“You really didn’t bring much to it. It shows.”
Lindsay fumed, as she started rifling through the items. She breathed a sigh of relief at finding a set of photo albums.
“Well, at least you didn’t keep the albums.”
“Why would I? I may be a horrible monster, but I know what’s precious to you.”