She heard him moving around the room, but didn’t know what malevolence he planned until cold wet drops began to steadily drip onto her feet. She clawed the covers off herself and put her face in his. “What do you want from me?”
Flash Fiction: Lonely Sunset
"Amy watched the faint flames twinkle in the stones of her wedding rings until, one by one, each wasted tea light sighed their deaths in tiny puffs of smoke."