FIREWORKS
He travelled
to Town each day on the 7.43 train, his nose buried in the newspaper,
discouraging any attempts at conversation.
She only
went out once a week, her eyes hidden behind dark glasses, and scuttled home
with her shopping as if the outside world terrified her.
Their house
was silent except for the occasional muffled cry – probably the television,
neighbours decided.
Then one day
some paramedics carried out a shrouded stretcher.
That night a
cacophony of fireworks and loud music roused the neighbourhood as she danced
half-naked around their garden, waving a bottle of champagne.
I had a completely different story in mind, but this one demanded to come centre stage, so I gave in!
Thanks to Ted Strutz for the photo, and to Rochelle for running Friday Ficitoneers from her blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ from where you can follow the frog link to other stories.
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Yikes!
ReplyDeleteIndeed!
DeleteThe unrestrained joy could be a mistake. A bit of a giveaway
ReplyDeleteMàybe just a natural death?
DeleteSounds like a very unhappy marriage to me, maybe some domestic abuse, with the dark glasses, I think it was him on the stretcher and she was celebrating - or am I reading to much into it - good story either way 🙌
ReplyDeleteLet freedom bring!
ReplyDeleteBring what? Happiness?
DeleteInteresting wrap up to this story!
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading!
DeleteThat's one way to celebrate...
ReplyDeleteSure is...
DeleteFree at last!
ReplyDeleteThere must be many who would envy her.
DeleteI'm going to assume he had a massive heart attack, leaving her free to enjoy the rest of her life OUT of prison!
ReplyDeleteThat's what I had in mind too!
DeleteLots to speculate about with the story, but that joyous celebration over someone's death is downright creepy to me. Good mystery, Liz.
ReplyDeleteSome of the neighbours will have been of the same opinion - those who ignored her cries.
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteWe can only imagine what the home life was like. Muffled cries turned to shouts of joy speaks volumes.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Dancing in the garden speaks for itself too!
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