‘Is there someone else?’
You study your hands, twisting the thin gold band on your ring finger round and round.
You wipe your palms on your lap and shake your head.
Last night I had crouched in the dirt like an animal peering through his window. I watched as he unzipped your dress, sliding it from your shoulders.
‘I’m sorry,’ you say and you stand, smoothing down your skirt as you turn to walk away.
Do you really think I will let you go that easily my love?
I loop piano wire around your pale neck.
Till death do us part.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.