His midnight eyes, impenetrable, like a moonless night, gaze at the ravenous lick of flames. As my thoughts linger in prescription limbo, fire chars memories of our first kiss, a blissful, sunlit moment disguising a dark secret until now.
Sitting across from him, in the smoky, thickening air, I said goodbye to his coldness that inextricably bound me to a chair. His crooked smile reflects the darkness from within, turned inside out by a car idling in the driveway; thirty years of a life, stuffed into one suitcase, tossed onto the backseat.
“If I can’t have you, no one can,” then he slipped the barrel between his lips and squeezed the trigger; as the deafening sound rings in my ears, smoke tightens its hold on my throat.
I’m participating in Five-Sentence Fiction, hosted by Lillie McFerrin at Lillie McFerrin Writes. This week’s writing prompt is MIDNIGHT.