Black letters crept across the expensively-embossed letterhead like a tiny snail, leaving a trail of slime in its path, “We will be petitioning the Court for full custody…”
Alan was making good on his threat; he would let
her leave, but she would not take his
children he had told her, as if she had been nothing but a vessel for their
delivery.
Rachel looked up from the attorney’s letter and
across their opulent dining room where he sat with Amy and Michael, being
served breakfast. He smiled at her smugly, taking his linen
napkin and wiping a tiny bit of yellow egg yolk from his mouth, “Is the mail
here, darling?”
She met his gaze with a smile of her own, the
words “till death do us part” entering her mind now with a whole new
meaning.
From the
Five Sentence Fiction prompt “words.”
