The wind was gusting off the ocean as Marcia headed down to the shoreline, her lips a thin line of displeasure.
She’d sought refuge here, but the weather matched how his temperament had been, wild, unpredictable and angry.
Sighing she brushed the hair from her face, aware that the wetness she felt wasn’t ocean spray.
“Your mother told you, marry in haste repent in leisure,” She muttered as a seagull swooped low, but the words failed to release her pessimism.
She’d have to return and face the music eventually … or in this case the body of her dead husband.
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Wow great ending!! Well done
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Body of dead husband sounds ominous. Great take Deb
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Thanks Sadje 😉
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Oh, treacherous..
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Dead bodies often are
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Oh my!! She sure is in for something, and I hope she has a good story for the police.
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I do too 🙂
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ouch, so sad when it comes to this and you portrayed it so well!
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And this was the second tale I wrote, the first I’ve kept for a competition
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good for you, I’ve never had luck in any competition so I no longer enter 🙂
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I’m struggling with writer’s block, so it’s more as motivation than anything else. I had another piece accepted at spillwords 🙂
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yea, let us know when it’s published so we can vote 🙂
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😃
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Oh my!! What a twist! Brilliant story. Thank you for joining in with #writephoto. KL ❤
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Thanks 🙂
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My pleasure. KL ❤
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Oof!
That last line is going to leave a bruise.
Nicely done.
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Thanks Gary, it did drop with a thud 🙂
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