“Your dinner’s getting cold,” he said. Using his tongue, he plucked partially chewed steak from between his teeth, then flicked it to the back of his throat and swallowed. “A little chewy.”
She sat across from him. Her head lay on her outstretched arm. Her food was untouched—fork and knife still on the napkin next to the plate.
He shook his head and looked behind him into the kitchen. Black smoke rose from the oven. “You never were the best cook.” He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a shame because that dress looks stunning on you. I would’ve loved to have taken it off.”
He pushed his plate over the edge. The china shattered against the hardwood floor. He stood behind her, lifted her head and unwrapped the torn hem of the tablecloth from around her neck.
He whispered into her ear, “Looks like I’ll be burying you in it instead.” He let her head drop. It slammed into the dinner plate—a rattling echo—and smeared her makeup in lumpy mashed potatoes.
word count: 173
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly challenge where you write a story in 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) using the provided photo prompt as inspiration.