Simple - A 100 Word Story
June 29, 2009 flash fiction[Steve's note - not a story for the kiddies.]
When we dated, her lips brushed my ear, saying: "I don't want to get into anything complicated." Now, one lip hangs decomposing from her ruined face.
I stumble back over the playroom's plastic chairs. I had pretended nothing was wrong, had imagined she was happy. Our son's first birthday pictures show her flat expression and storebought birthday cake. She - it, zombies are it - drops his gnawed arm.
Trapped in the corner, I can't run from reality anymore. I level the shotgun.
"Keep it simple, baby."
I fire one barrel through my sobs and her head.
I save one barrel for me.