It’s that time again. Madison Woods “Friday Fictioneers” Photo-Prompt Flash Fiction. I hope you enjoy my latest attempt!
I heard her footsteps, still. The clear, sharp crack of her expensive Domani heels placed with deliberate, angry precision on each hardwood step. Chunk-POW. Chunk-POW. All the way down.
Emotions spun and swirled within me, one part longing to chase her, to beg forgiveness; another part hating the thought of enduring that well-rehearsed drama again.
I finally stuck my head over the railing and called out to her. “Jenna! WAIT!”
She turned, looking back up at me with a strange combination of hope and disgust.
“Here, you forgot this!” I called, as her wedding ring fell. This time, she didn’t try and catch it.
By Steve Berven