Five Sentence Fiction – Love

To continue the “dark vibe” of yesterday’s post, I’ve come up with a dark Five Sentence Fiction.

Enjoy! 🙂

 

"I hope you love what I cooked for you tonight, love," Dustin carefully placed the plates on the table--one for him and one for his wife.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at what he had done--a single, scented candle burned bright in the center of the table, the lights were turned down low, and soft jazz music played in the background.

Dustin smiled to his wife, he reached out and held her bloody hand and said: "Happy anniversary, love, here's hoping that we'll have more to come."

His wife gave no reply, blood continued to slide down her cheeks from the wound caused by the ax that was still lodged in her skull.