“You’ve no idea what mortal sin we committed, have you?”
Who’s that stranger shouting in my ear?
“I’m your husband, John, for God’s sake. How dare you leave me to shoulder all the guilt.”
Why can’t that horrid man go away?
“I’ll see you in purgatory.”
Is he the priest? I don’t know him. “Think only of the past, as its remembrance gives you pleasure.”
“What, the hell?”
“Elizabeth … in ‘Pride and Prejudice’. Mama likes to read to me. …My Harry, as handsome as Mr Darcy. I married him yesterday, you know.”
“He’s been dead forty years. We buried him.”
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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
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