Time again for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction (or thereabouts) loosely based around the photo prompt provided. It’s funny how imagination brings so many different takes on the photo. Get yourself over and drown in the creative waters of the 100 or so weekly swimmers.
Photo Copyright : Dale Rogerson
He was drowning inch by inch.
Another bead of sweat pooled on his lip. His clammy hands rhythmically furled and unfurled, like a spasm or a tic. He couldn’t stop.
In their bedroom she was feverishly emptying drawers, cupboards, boxes and every second his heart expanding, till he could almost taste the palpitations.
All went quiet.
Then footsteps down the stairs.
Like a victory flag, she waved the silk scarf above her head. He sank.
The waters were suddenly receding. He’d been found out.
Looking back now, signing the divorce papers. He knew how stupid he’d been.
She would never have looked in the spare room!