#FiveSentenceFiction: Flames

“Would he lie to me?”

Félix Vallotton (1865-1925) - La haine (1908)The insidious thought crossed her mind, lingered, before she recalled “he” had been gone for several months, in fact five months, and she was now free.

It might have been a great passion, the kind of encounter that leaves one bruised, ecstatic, changed, all at once, but she was glad now that it was over.

Still: was he lying, cheating, pretending?

Did it matter, as now her mind turned to this unquestionable fact: “he” was now but one of the old flames?

Image: Félix Vallotton (1865-1925) – La haine (1908)

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