“Happy anniversary!” Ben exclaimed as the car ascended through wispy clouds, revealing crisp blue skies. “I’m so glad you had hypnotherapy to do this. It means so much to me.” He kissed her hand as she pressed her face against the glass, beaming from ear to ear at the majesty surrounding her. “Of course, all I have to do is snap my fingers. . . . . You’d have a heart attack . . . . . It would be the perfect murder.” She laughed nervously. Snap. . . .
70-80 words this week for Rebekah Postupak's Flash!Friday. For more short stories set in the clouds, hop over and visit. xxx
Liked the nervous tension...interesting relationship!ReplyDelete
Thanks Lisa, a toughy this week. xxDelete