I was never a strong swimmer, unlike him, and he was stronger.

That’s why drowning him never appealed. Plus, I’d get my hair wet and my make-up would run.

But he did love the water, always at the pool, showing off his toned body and admiring the girls.

So it seems only right that I leave him there, floating face down, naked, blood seeping from the slit in his throat.

They’ll blame FiFi of course, a lover’s tiff. But that’s okay, I’ll be there to support her through it.

After all, that’s what best friends are for.

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

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