The End
She glanced out the window and saw the sun easing behind the horizon. An exhausting day left her feeling emotionally bereft, empty. The glorious colors of autumn had begun to fade and leaves hopped off the trees into oblivion, much as he had as he slammed the doors behind himself, leaving her in utter darkness. She crumpled the paper and laid it in the fireplace that he had stacked with dry wood as he told her of his plans to divorce her.
Then she went to the garage and grabbed the can of gasoline they kept on hand for the snow-blower and lawn-mower. She spilled it throughout the house they had shared together. If it’s darkness we’re having, let it be extravagant, she thought. She wondered if she should stay or leave before tossing the lighted match into the fireplace.
Written and posted for my prompt at dVerse Poets’ Prosery, using a line from the poetry of Jane Kenyon (in italics). Please join in. It is open all week.
Now that is quite a cliffhanger ending!
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Amei esse website. o conteúdo é exageradamente expedito. Vou revir outra hora.
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Dark, black and bleak her mood. Layers of darkness in this sadness that prefigure the divorce. Beautifully complex.
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So very well written. And I really like that you left it open whether she left or not. Makes it possible for the reader to imagine all sorts of continuations. 🙂
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That will end the darkness!
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I like to think she left! Excellent Victoria.
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I hope she chose the latter. No man is worth that. (K)
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She is too mad to stay. I think he will wish she had though.
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Oh, she is very much going for the darkness. Wonderful detail!
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Wow! That really is an extravagant reaction to and intense interaction! Well done Victoria. I love it.
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I think she tossed the match when she went out the door. No house for him to sell or bring another woman to. Good on her. Alimony rules!
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There you go! I love it.
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You have indeed taken darkness to a new level here, Victoria. She will certainly haunt him after being burnt to a cinder.
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She’ll get even one way or another.
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After she spilled gasoline throughout the house, I think when she struck the match it was all over and she had no time to debate stay or leave!!
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So fun to see where everyone takes it. I tend to agree with you. But don’t tell anyone. I had added four word to make it exactly 144 but decided it would be more fun to leave it in ambiguity.
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I love the juxtaposition of emotional bereftness and the very emotional scenery, Victoria: the sun easing behind the horizon and the fading autumn leaves. And what an ending! I like the irony of him laying the firewood as he told her of his plans to divorce her, and the use of the prompt words fits perfectly.
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That is ironic, isn’t it? It didn’t occur to me!
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Wow, what an ending. I think she got out – she’s too hardcore to let herself be caught in there.
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She wouldn’t want him to get out of paying alimony!
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Too right!
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I assure you–she got out in my version. My goodness–darkness, darkness indeed. Excellent use of the prompt line. It’s always so good to read you. Your visits are infrequent, but cherished.
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Thank you, Glenn. I always appreciate your comments and visiting you. You know how it is with energy at “our” age…just not enough to do everything anymore.
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This is so well written, the way you describe her desperate action of obliterating the past and everything else… even herself. I wonder if he will know the sting of regret she is hoping for… at least maybe he will feel the shame..
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Maybe he will be glad there will be no alimony. And maybe she got out.
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