Sting in the Tale

wasp-nest

PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

He gazed adoringly as his lithe fiancé swam towards the island.  She was his dream.  Even his mother loved her and she thought every woman he met was after his money.

He launched into the sea and followed in her wake enjoying the cool waves against his skin.

She reached the island oblivious to his pursuit and ran eagerly into the palm trees straight into the awaiting arms of her lover.

“I repulse at his touch.  I’m so impatient for this to be over,” she complained.

Before the stone cracked her skull, she heard his bitter voice.

“It is now!”

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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