Laura sat in her car growing impatient. She hated her new job. She hated this commute to the mainland from the island where she and Jonathan bought a house five years ago. She hated having to wait in a long line of vehicles for the ferry that was almost always running late.
Jonathan said it was their chance to get away from the hustle bustle of the city. He could work from home — telecommuting, he called it — and she could work on her novel. It would be peaceful and serene, he told her.
And for a while it was. But then Jonathan started to change. He grew restless. He got angry at politicians and at the government. He started believing all these conspiracy theories. He started acting paranoid and went out and bought a handgun and a rifle. He started talking about living off grid. They were starting to argue a lot.
A month ago she woke up and saw a note on the kitchen table. It simply said, “I’m dropping out.”
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Ted Strutz.