Friday Fictioneers: She Loved Lilies
Friday Fictioneers seems to be creeping up a little bit each week and not being one to pass up a chance to be creepy whenever possible, I’m creeping right along with them.
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This week’s photo prompt from Lora Mitchell
She Loved Lilies
We moved to the city after the wedding. Twenty-seventh floor overlooking downtown and the bay.
Angie loved the place; I loved Angie.
Winter nights in front of the fire we’d sit looking out the window watching snow cover the skyline.
She loved lilies; grew one in a pot on the windowsill.
We were content but in time she became familiar. Too familiar.
Familiarity breeds contempt and in time I stopped loving her.
They say killers return to the scene of the crime. With a videocam there’s no need for that. Not when I can recreate her last breath every night.