Photo by Douglas M. Macilroy
Her life ebbed away with every passing second.
How had this happened to her?
She was descending into the black eternal hole on a night when couples celebrated new life. It was ironic that her “smart” emotional choice had proved deadly.
He sat calmly beside her, a champagne flute in his hand, to an outsider it would seem he was watching over her lovingly.
Alas! That was far from true.
He was simply waiting for her last breath to start his new life as the wealthy widower of Windsor estate.
Thanks to the weather nothing has interrupted his plans.
In response to Rochellewisoff writing challenge for Friday fictioneers. Please click the link to read other lovely stories.