55 Fiction – Only mine

I stared at the picture of my wife. So beautiful. So striking. I love her dearly. Passionately. And I thought she’d felt the same.

Until I found the letters of her betrayal.

But I don’t want to think about that now. Not when I have her forever.

Locked away in my basement. Only mine.  

***This has been written for Magpie Tales 70***

Until next time,

16 thoughts on “55 Fiction – Only mine

  1. Psych Babbler says:

    Whoops…sorry to scare you…but I guess it did it’s job! Well, I was
    thinking more like locked in the basement…but you can read into it what
    you want! 🙂 Open to interpretation…

  2. Psych Babbler says:

    Disqus generic email templateOoh I like that interpretation too…like I said before, it’s open to interpretation. My line of thought was locked in the basement but killed and buried sounds more morbid… 😛

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