Okay, yes, I was in a jealous rage when I hit him with my putter, but I only meant to hurt him, for crissake, not to kill him. Oh how I wish I could go back in time and return to those more innocent times. I’m feeling so nostalgic for those wonderful days when we were young newlyweds. We were oh so happy. But now, I see my reality and realize that I can’t escape the present. I look down and see the blood oozing from the wound on his head, a wound I put there. I am going to have to run away, to take flight. I’m going to have to disappear from this world and go someplace where I will be forever safe, where I’ll be alone, and where nobody knows my name.
Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (jealous), Ragtag Daily Prompt (putter), Swimmers (kill), Word of the Day Challenge (return), Your Daily Word Prompt (nostalgic), and The Daily Spur (flight).