“I won’t be a minute”, he said, slamming the front door.
By 11pm she’d called the police, having exhausted all possibilities. They searched. Nothing.
His credit card untouched for the next four years before expiring.
They’d been so happy, she thought, but she’d never escape those (now) ambiguous last words.
2 thoughts on “His Last Words”
Wow, incredible restraint. This story says so much. Nice one!
Thanks so much Jo. So kind.