Flash Fiction: Lifetime

Old man Bob and granny Ginnie were sitting in their front garden.

The old couple clinked their glasses of chilled beer.

“Bob, this is bliss. Good wheat beer, a lovely breeze, and nothing to do but sit and enjoy the setting sun in each others company.”

Bob laughed.

“I agree, Ginnie. This is life at its very best.”

“That it is, darling.”

Bob and Ginnie took a long sip of the beer, draining their glasses.

“Ginnie, I have spent my life with you and spent it well. I would have no regrets even if I died right now.”

“I feel the same, Bob.”

At the very next moment, the heavy branch hanging over the couple snapped, falling on their heads with a sick thud…


Word Count: 124

Prompt: Sunday Photo Fiction October 21

24 comments

  1. All I can think of is a large tree slamming on top of my friend’s car with my friend inside there. Beautiful day, not a breeze in sight. Coincidence…I think not! It’s weird how I feel happy for them and creeped out at the same time! Dark short story indeed… πŸ™‚

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