From her window, she could see the lights outside twinkling brightly.
The winds were blowing and hissing. A blizzard was on the way.
The fireplace wood crackled as it warmed the room. She watched the flames dance.
Strange seeing Christmas decorations up this year. Her friends had encouraged her. ‘Just do it,’ they said.
But, she felt lonely. Isolation from family, friends, and Ron off on a business trip. Pointless!
It looks like *Jack is going to keep me company tonight again.
Ron arrived home early, his Christmas surprise. He found her.
Bottle in hand, killed her and her pain.
2020©Isadora De La Vega
Word Count: 100
Genre: Flash Fiction
Photo Prompt:©Dale Rogerson
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***** ‘Jack’ a form of referring to the Jack Daniels – Tennessee Whiskey.
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