Out of Love…

Written as part of Friday Fictioneers, which offers the image as inspiration to write a fiction in 100 words (or less) AND Midweek Wordle #3 at A Prompt Each Day, which offers a set of ten word as inspiration, from which I’ve selected six, AND 3 Word Wednesday #432 which offers the words Dead, Threaten and Hungry as inspiration for a post. Photo by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Word Count: 100.

Out of Love…


It all went down under that chandelier.

“You’re dead to me,” she said, walking away.

She didn’t threaten, just threw the ring on my face.

It was under this chandelier two years ago we said, “Till death do us part” and kissed.

I stood watching her, the mistress beside me.

He didn’t object. How could he? I had chosen the moment, caught him with the girl I’d paid to seduce him. She had played her part.

“Nothing remains forever, but he’d not ever have let go,” I told.

“Are you hungry?” asked Nathan, his eyes twinkling.

I was – for him.

(© 17th June 2015)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

78 thoughts on “Out of Love…

  1. Great Story! I kind of feel sorry for all 4 of them – however, It is unfortunately true that some people just cannot let go! Still, you would hope there could be a better way to get a split from each other here. I guess I am taking it so seriously, because I can actually imagine this really happening! Wonderful story – using the chandelier as witness then, and now!

    • Yeah, I guess it could happen, Bobi Jo. Can never predict what life throws at the path. In a way, I too feel sorry for all four of them.

      Glad you felt the story was wonderful. Thank you 🙂

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