Flash Fiction: A stolen heart — Claire Fuller

 

Inside the mausoleum we held our candles high.

‘Two wives?’ Cara said, her shadow moving between the three tombs.

‘One after the other,’ I said. ‘Not both at once.’

In the gloom we saw that holes had been punched in each stone woman, above their hearts. Peter’s candle dimmed as he lowered his hand into a chest cavity and peered inside, like a surgeon rummaging inside a patient for their heart.

‘Empty,’ he said. ‘All turned to dust.’

‘So awful.’ Cara kissed the dusty lips; a tear fell.

I never said that the women would have been buried with their jewellery.

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This is a Friday Fictioneer 100-word piece of flash fiction. This week’s picture is provided by our hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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I wrote an article this week about copy editing and proofreading a novel. Read it here.

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