Flash Fiction

The gray water reflected the profile of the couple on the boat. Her happy laughter drew him. The champagne, the hors d’oeuvres.

Soon it changed.

He kept on watching. He saw the nervous smiles, mostly on his face, the annoyed looking frowns; mostly on hers and eventually the sterling silver knife she pulled out from her bag.

The splash echoed in the silence. But the river didn’t bother to look back. He’d seen it all before.


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