Post by Lightningstar on Oct 11, 2008 16:27:15 GMT -5
Title: Photographs
Author: Lightningstar
Summary: A man's heart is broken by his ex-wife, and now all he wants to do is get her back.
Editor: None
Cover: None
Author's Notes: This was a prompt for writing class from Postsecret. If you don't know what that is, look it up. BTW, when in doubt, count on Watership Down. xD It's pretty short, but I liked the ending. Hope you like it!
I didn't mean for it to turn out like this. And for a time, neither did she. But that was then, and this is now. She's moved on, but I haven't. She left me for a reason, after all- she thought I cheated. But it was all a dirty lie. Now all I want to do is break her heart.
That may seem really low, but hey, she broke my heart. If you were in my place, you would understand. She broke my heart, so it's only fair that I break hers.
How to break her heart- that's the hard part. There are a million things I could possibly do to her, but only a select few are reasonable. I remembered that next week, my now ex-wife was coming to take half the furniture to her new apartment.
That hatched an excellent plan in my brain.
We had been married for 13 years now, and throughout our marriage we had taken a lot of photos. I dug through boxes and rooted through photo albums until I had assembled a large collection of photographs for my disposal. There were some of our wedding at that beautiful country club along the river, our honeymoon, and everything else besides. I looked over them one last time, and put my plan into action.
First, I went to the large oaken dresser in our bedroom. I knew for a fact that she would take this one; it had been her favorite item in the room. I opened my sock drawer and emptied it, a cascade of white cloth piling into a mountain of socks. I taped a picture of our wedding onto the very back board.
Next was the antique medicine cabinet hanging in the master bathroom. She had bought it at an antique store a couple of years ago, and she loved it a lot. I rolled up a wallet-sized picture and slipped it in an empty orange prescription bottle near the back of the cabinet. The picture was one of our honeymoon in Florida.
Armed with a photograph of our first vacation to Disneyland, I taped it underneath the tiny bookshelf in the guest room. It was full of all of her favorite books, which differed from mine. I pulled out a copy of Watership Down and tucked into it a picture of both of us and our baby, who was twelve now. My ex-wife was beaming proudly, and my expression was the same. We had both been thrilled at the prospect of raising a child, but it had been a difficult journey.
At last, after another hour or so, I was finished. Now, when she took the furniture, she'd feel the same pain I had.
A couple of years later, I had finally moved on, and I was living a normal life. I took it upon myself to actually clean the guest room for once, so I got the vacuum and began to take the furniture out of the room.
"That's odd," I muttered to myself, picking up a copy of Watership Down that had been under the bed. I flipped through the pages, and a small piece of paper (or so I thought) floated to the ground. I leaned down to pick it up, and as I raised it to my face, I could feel my eyes widening.
It was haunting, staring into those eyes I hadn't seen for years. Her smile, identical to mine, shone brightly as she held up a wrapped bundle with a pudgy pink face. All three of us, frozen in time.
I could almost hear my heart breaking.
Author: Lightningstar
Summary: A man's heart is broken by his ex-wife, and now all he wants to do is get her back.
Editor: None
Cover: None
Author's Notes: This was a prompt for writing class from Postsecret. If you don't know what that is, look it up. BTW, when in doubt, count on Watership Down. xD It's pretty short, but I liked the ending. Hope you like it!
I didn't mean for it to turn out like this. And for a time, neither did she. But that was then, and this is now. She's moved on, but I haven't. She left me for a reason, after all- she thought I cheated. But it was all a dirty lie. Now all I want to do is break her heart.
That may seem really low, but hey, she broke my heart. If you were in my place, you would understand. She broke my heart, so it's only fair that I break hers.
How to break her heart- that's the hard part. There are a million things I could possibly do to her, but only a select few are reasonable. I remembered that next week, my now ex-wife was coming to take half the furniture to her new apartment.
That hatched an excellent plan in my brain.
We had been married for 13 years now, and throughout our marriage we had taken a lot of photos. I dug through boxes and rooted through photo albums until I had assembled a large collection of photographs for my disposal. There were some of our wedding at that beautiful country club along the river, our honeymoon, and everything else besides. I looked over them one last time, and put my plan into action.
First, I went to the large oaken dresser in our bedroom. I knew for a fact that she would take this one; it had been her favorite item in the room. I opened my sock drawer and emptied it, a cascade of white cloth piling into a mountain of socks. I taped a picture of our wedding onto the very back board.
Next was the antique medicine cabinet hanging in the master bathroom. She had bought it at an antique store a couple of years ago, and she loved it a lot. I rolled up a wallet-sized picture and slipped it in an empty orange prescription bottle near the back of the cabinet. The picture was one of our honeymoon in Florida.
Armed with a photograph of our first vacation to Disneyland, I taped it underneath the tiny bookshelf in the guest room. It was full of all of her favorite books, which differed from mine. I pulled out a copy of Watership Down and tucked into it a picture of both of us and our baby, who was twelve now. My ex-wife was beaming proudly, and my expression was the same. We had both been thrilled at the prospect of raising a child, but it had been a difficult journey.
At last, after another hour or so, I was finished. Now, when she took the furniture, she'd feel the same pain I had.
***
A couple of years later, I had finally moved on, and I was living a normal life. I took it upon myself to actually clean the guest room for once, so I got the vacuum and began to take the furniture out of the room.
"That's odd," I muttered to myself, picking up a copy of Watership Down that had been under the bed. I flipped through the pages, and a small piece of paper (or so I thought) floated to the ground. I leaned down to pick it up, and as I raised it to my face, I could feel my eyes widening.
It was haunting, staring into those eyes I hadn't seen for years. Her smile, identical to mine, shone brightly as she held up a wrapped bundle with a pudgy pink face. All three of us, frozen in time.
I could almost hear my heart breaking.
