Karma By the Sea
They had nothing to say to each other and that was that.
They’d been married for 52 mostly happy years. They’d reared seven children and outlived all but two of them. Their quaint cottage by the sea grew larger as the nest emptied one by one. Agnes passed her time painting, selling a few to those who regarded her as a modern day Picasso, until Anders retired. He refused to get any hobbies of his own and was always under foot, disturbing her peace and disrupting her projects. Eventually, her creativity fizzled out and the painting stopped.
She realized how much she loathed him then. And so she plotted, adding a little something extra to his coffee every day until one day, he just didn’t wake up. Tears slid down her face at his funeral, just as they should, leaving none the wiser.
A cruise bought with his insurance money introduced her to a new, younger love. He moved into the small cottage with her and encouraged her to paint. He doted on her, catering to her every need. He praised every stroke on her final canvas until it was completed. It was a masterpiece worthy of Rembrandt. He congratulated her with a glass of wine that was hearty and unusually bubbly.
Her crumpled body stared at him as he added the final strokes to the painting, embedding his signature there forever. Then he signed the insurance documents and cashed the check for the masterpiece. The tears slid down his face, just as they should, leaving none the wiser.
For the Indie Ink Writing Challenge this week, Sarah Sparks challenged me with “write a mini story (100-200 word) that begins with They had nothing to say to each other” and I challenged Lance to “write a story based on this picture“.