The Perfect Escape (by Rebecca E. Lant)Her heart pounded so hard in her chest she could barely hear the words through the receiver. She knew this was the moment, the moment she would again sacrifice it all. She saw herself as a hamster running in a wheel, she knew she was going nowhere, yet she was content just to run.
'I'll take care of it,' he told her.
Her mind raced as the room began to spin. She felt her mouth move; out shot the words, 'Meet me tonight at 10.30.' She knew it was wrong, though she didn't care. She was an addict and he was her drug. Four hundred and fifty days without him. He never stopped swimming in her veins and she could no longer resist the temptation.
She opened her cell phone as the blue foreign light illuminated her face. Ten twenty-five.
He startled her as his hand touched her shoulder, she turned to face him. 'You know we got divorced today,' she whispered.
'I don't care,' he said as he embraced her; he kissed her mouth softly as he slid the blade into her stomach. Her eyes widened as she stared at him. He let her body go as it fell to the pavement. She could see the moon, full and bright, as bright as it was the day they met. They had the kind of love in fairy tales, the kind worth dying for.
[The second short short story series is announced and explained here.]