PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Bindi split the wood with a satisfying crack. Sarah always asked her why she did men’s work. Sarah did nothing but sit pretty. And since she had come to her homeless and in need, Bindi had come to hate her backstabbing, ungrateful ways.
“Have you seen Sarah anywhere?” Her husband Greg appeared unexpectedly. Wouldn’t you like to know? she thought.
Gazing off into the forest bordering their farm, she shrugged. “Probably ran away again.”
A smear of blood near the axe handle caught her eye.
“We ought to get a new axe. This one has seen its last.”
This serene picture of chopped wood discs, (thanks to Rochelle for this week’s image) inspired me back to thrillers. Guess where Bindi hid Sarah’s body?
Written for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle where the challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less.
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