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AFTER THE STORM

 

AFTER THE STORM

Once the storm had passed, Lewis surveyed the wreckage. The whole thing lay in ruins, irretrievably broken.

He picked up a chair, remembering how the two of them used to sit happily watching the sunset, a bottle between them.

That was the cause of tonight’s trouble – after they’d finished one bottle he’d asked her for another, and she’d accused him of treating her like a waitress. She shouldn’t have spoken to him so disrespectfully.

He fetched the bottle for himself and sat down to drink, watching the calm waters of the bay, which gave no hint as to what lay beneath them.

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Another photographic prompt from Dale Rogerson, who  must live with a camera permanently attached to her hand! I hope this picture wasn't taken in her own back yard. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog. https://rochellewisoff.com/

My story this week was written between the numerous examinations necessary before my husband can have his second cataract operation which, after being on hold for 18 months, is now scheduled for May. Then, we hope, he can have one pair of glasses rather than two!

36 comments:

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    1. It had probably been building up to this for a long time!

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  2. Sounds like they are both at the end of their tether with this relationship, and time to move on, if it's not already too late.

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  3. One more bottle and he'll convince himself he was doing her a kindness

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    1. You're probably right, Neil, thanks for commenting.

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  4. I find myself hoping for some comeuppance!

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    1. There's always hope - maybe she'll resurface.

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  5. Ooh, a very dark tale. Lucky the storm didn't throw up his secrets. Nice one, Lizy!

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    1. I had in mind that the storm was all of his making, but that doesn't seem to have come across 🙁

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    1. I'm ashamed to admit that I find it easier to write!

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  7. Taking advantage of the storm to have a clear-out...I like the way you make the meteorological storm a metaphor for the emotional storm between the couple.

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  8. I must admit to reading your comment, but I was thinking he had something to do with what happened to her, "what lay beneath" the water. Scary stuff. He is not one to be trifled with. Well done!

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    1. Sometimes 100 words aren't enough to convey one's thoughts.

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  9. i suppose one drink too many ended somebody's life. what a tragedy.

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    1. It might have been the drink, or maybe he is just a violent individual.

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  10. Oops, I'm surprised she survived as long as she did...

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    1. Guess she survived until he made one demand too many.

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  11. Bad things always happen when drunks drink too much. Being slow learners, some never do. Let's hope he ends up at the bottom of the lake and not her. She is telling the story, so...

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    1. Bad things and drunkenness do go hand in hand.

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  12. Crumbs. I bet there will be a lot of bodies in that lake this week :-)

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    1. And he'll be hoping that when she's found, people will assume she just drowned.

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  13. The storm made his task easy.
    One person's life is so meaningless- to be thrown & drowned?
    Sad when people do this to their spouse.
    Don't kill them. Just part ways...

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  14. She'll come back to haunt him, you see!

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    1. I hope she does - it's no more than he deserves!

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  15. Gosh! He chose a bottle over a partner. He'll probably regret it when he'll have to do all the bottle-getting and cooking and washing himself.
    - Justjoyfulness

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    1. Most alcoholics choose the bottle over anything, including family.

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  16. Dear Liz,

    Oh dear. The bottle over her. Not good.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  17. Ummm... yes. If it's not my camera, it's my phone! And this is a good thirty-five minute walk from my house ;-) The waters have since receded...
    As for your couple... methinks he needs to change his ways... Or maybe it's already too late!

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    1. Too late, I'm afraid - the deed is done¡

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  18. Its sad, people that love each other take each over for granted.

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  19. A murderously good tale. He'll have to fetch his bottles himself in the future.

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