Just the two of us
As Carl drove up the rugged path in his Ford-150, Cecelia eye’s drifted up ahead. The sun was dipping below the horizon and the sky showcased hues of orange and blue. Cecilia’s arms were covered in goosebumps. It must be the chill in the air, she thought.
Carl had promised her an evening of just the two of them, to celebrate their 6 month anniversary. He seems to have taken the idea a bit too far, she thought.
As they got off from his truck, Cecilia spotted an old shovel, under the jute covers, in the back. She shivered.
Word count : 98
This post was written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge hosted by Rochelle. The idea is to write a short story (100 words), based on the photo prompt provided.
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“Happy anniversary, Honey. You’re dead.”
Everyone has a different way of celebrating!
Thanks for reading!
Wonder what Carl is up to . Great build-up .
Thanks! There is only so much you can do with the 100 word limit. I always feel like I should add more detail.
No, you did a great job of telling the story, especially with that shovel . It was just me, hoping against hope, especially since Cecilia doesn’t seem to have had a clue about his unmasked face, despite being with him for 6 months. The very idea is terrifying.
Shivered? H* I would be running. That was terrifying, even just reading it. Great work!
I would probably grab the shovel first, if I was thinking straight!
Thanks for reading!
Every good thing comes to an end.
Hm, that doesn’t bode well at all!
Not at all! I wonder though if she is able to get away at all?
Six months hey? He could just move on, I guess, rather than dispose of her.
I sense he has some serial killer instinct in him, that may come out in one of the later episodes. Thanks for stopping by.
Guess they didn’t make seven months then!
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It’s a sinister shovel the way you tell it, but Carl was working as a volunteer on an environmental improvement programme. Of course he had an old shovel in his truck! (I hope!)
I wish he was. But I think he has a sinister side to him, that she just hasn’t figured out.
Dear Nadia,
Doesn’t sound like it’s going to be much of an anniversary celebration.
Shalom,
Rochelle
eeeks – a thriller in such few words… well done
Hopefully she’s jumped to the wrong conclusion! Still… Scary tale so far.
Oooo, this was good!
Yikes! Poor Cecelia. Very well written. :o)
I shivered as well. Great writing.
Yeah, I’m shivering too. Why doesn’t she grab that shovel and bonk him with it!
I hope she is quick on her feet and thinks of it too!
Oooooo, this was great! Creepy with a capital C. Very nice. Very chilling.
Thanks so much!
Just a tad drastic… I would love for her to make a move and fix his problem!
Thanks Dale! Perhaps I should have opted for something more subtle?
Haha! Nah.. .
The tone of the story seems to indicate that Carl is a serial killer. However, there’s always hope for the best. Well done!
I have a feeling things won’t end well.
I like the understated and spooky twist at the end of your story, a gripping tale.