Haha! Day 7! Seven days of #BlogFlash2012, in only....eighteen days. Well, you can't have everything.
DAY 7: SUNSET
Deirdre drank the cooling chai tea, staring as the sun dipped below the
horizon.Two weeks ago, she’d rushed into this kitchen sobbing, flung the other woman’s crumpled red dress at Earl and said she was leaving him.
He’d come at her then, screaming curses, with the knife she used to pare apples for pie.
That was before a massive spruce tree unfurled from under the linoleum and grabbed him in a rib-crushing embrace.
Earl chopped at a branch wildly. She’d buried him under her beloved orchard.
Nursing her bandaged finger, she reflected: it’s best not to devastate a dryad.
Art by Cathy Rox @ Deviantart (All rights reserved)
Well, I suppose he had that one coming, eh? Like the song said, Earl had to die. :)
ReplyDeleteAnna, I loved it!! Terrific illustration to go along! We behind-the-wave girls gotta stick together! Quality not quantity...
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful Sunday
WONDERFUL!!! Love the quirk and wit and strength of this character - and the picture is terrific!!! Two enthusiastic thumbs up!!! xo
ReplyDeleteLove the humorous twist on "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."
ReplyDeleteLovely as always, my dear!
There just aren't enough superlatives to describe your writing!
ReplyDeleteI love all your stories! They unfold so softly yet have a nice sharp prick at the end, lol!
ReplyDeleteHysterical! Love the art too.
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