Flash Fiction–Broken Vows

Broken Vows




Trevor raised his hand. “It only happened once. I promise.”

“Liar! You rat.” Olivia’s voice shook.

“Honey, calm down. We’ll work this out.”

“Don’t ‘honey’ me.” She hurled a crystal vase at his head. Missing, it shattered against the wall. “I said, ‘Get out.’”

“You can’t do this. It’s my home, too.”

Olivia hefted her waiting baseball bat. Trevor glowered, backed up, nearly tripping over the packed suitcase.

Music swelled; the scene faded.

Jane snapped off the TV, propped Howard’s golfclub against the sofa, eyed his overnight bag by the door. She was ready for her rat to come home.

Cindi Carroll
Pikes Peak Branch