No Regrets, by Emily Wheeler

“I’m leaving,” she’d said. “I’ve met someone else.” Twenty years together, gone, just like that. It was untenable.


“You don’t know him.” Hiding her lover’s identity, fearing for his safety.

“I won’t allow it.”

She’d just stared. “Allow? That’s the problem. You’re a control freak.

She’d gone, but he’d found them. The proof was in the bodies on the floor, bloodied and mutilated.

She’d been right: he did like having control. He also hated leaving things unfinished. Smiling grimly, he lifted his hands and kicked the man.

You first.

And he smiled again as the chainsaw whirred into life

Posted on February 13, 2012, in Issue 3: Deadly Love and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Yeaaaah, I don’t blame her for leaving!

  2. I agree, Catherine. This is another story that made me shiver. So good. 🙂

  3. Thank you both! This was my first attempt at drabble/flash fiction so it’s really great to get this feedback. 🙂

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