Good Morning My Love

Good Morning My Love 

“Good morning my love.” She said as she walked into the room. It was not unusual to her to be the first one up in the morning. He was always a sleepy head.

She turned to the bed as if by habit. She looked at the empty bed and remembered that he was no longer there.

She had lost him to the fever that had ravaged the town. Scarlet fever was the name of the disease that took her beloved.  

It was the cruelest of things. He had caught the fever on their anniversary. Before they could head out on their trip he was too ill to stand. He was in the hospital that night and gone the next morning.

They had to sedate her until the funeral for her beloved was over. She couldn’t stop her tears and her heart from breaking.

They had been married for twenty five years. They had been each other’s first love. They had met as children and been friends their whole lives. There had never thought to love anyone but each other.

She sat on the bed and sighed. There was nothing for her to do sit by herself and be alone. She hated being alone. She grabbed the pillow and hugged it.

“Good bye my love. I will miss you every day until we are together again.”

She started to cry. The tears streamed down her face. She felt someone kiss her cheek. She touched her cheek and gasped.

(Musewrite Prompt Set 46 Photo B) 

Pink Posies

Pink Posies 

Pink petals framing faces

Dancing in the breeze

Surrounded by green leaves

Posies for the gathering

Little hands collecting

Pink and softly sweet

Bouquet for someone special

Happy smiles on faces

Dancing in the breeze

(Musewrite Prompt Set 45 Photo C) 

Revenge

Revenge 

There was something about this part of town that always made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Why was it that all clandestine meetings took place in creepy places? That was something she just didn’t like.

She got out of her car and looked around. There was no one there. It was all right. She was early. It helps when you are walking into the unknown.      

She walked into the abandoned warehouse with her gun drawn. Her eyes darted to the dark corners looking for movement. She saw a plump rat scurry away as she walked farther inside the dark and gloomy building. She listened for any sounds and heard nothing.

She would just have to wait. It didn’t matter. She had waited this long she could wait a few more minutes.

She dropped her gun down to her waist and sat on a crate to wait for her appointment. She hoped they wouldn’t be late. She hated that.

It was four minutes past the hour when they arrived. Car tires screeching on asphalt alerted her to their presence.

“So here we are.” The mobster said as he walked into the warehouse with his bodyguard. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything but there is someone out there that wants you dead.” She said with a smirk.  

“If you kill me, he will kill you.” He grinned.

“That isn’t what I heard.” She smiled and raised her gun to point at his heart. “I heard they all want you gone. Their loyalties have been bought by your rival.”

“I don’t believe you.” He shrugged. “You don’t know nothing about nothing.”

“You’re right but soon you won’t either.” She stood and took a step closer. She raised her gun and pulled the trigger.

The mobster fell to the ground, dead.

“Clean up this mess.” She said to the bodyguard.

“What should I do with him?” One of the goons asked.

“Put him in the river. That was where he put my father.” She told him as she walked toward the door. “I have business to attend to.”

She walked into the open air and took a long deep breath. Avenging her father really didn’t give her the satisfaction she hoped it would. She holstered her gun and climbed into her car. She drove away.

She had a new life waiting for her in another state with another identity. It was time to get to it.

(Musewrite Prompt Set 57 Photo A)