“I am riddled with guilt,” Dennis said. Amanda and Dennis were sitting at the white wrought iron table in the field of purple blossoms located behind the main house at her family’s farm. It was a beautiful summer day and Amanda was in a great frame of mine.
She looked up at Dennis. They had gotten engaged in February and the wedding was scheduled for late September. “What on earth do you have to feel guilty about, sweetheart?” she asked Dennis.
“I’m so sorry, babe,” Dennis said, tears welling up in his eyes. “I cheated on you and I can’t live with myself.”
“What! When? With whom?”
“With your cousin Carol,” Dennis confessed, “after your sister’s sweet sixteen party. Can you ever forgive me?”
Amanda jumped up, causing her chair to fall over. “Get out of my sight!” she screamed. “My cousin? Oh my God! Get out! I never want to see you again. GET OUT!” Amanda pulled the diamond engagement ring Dennis had given her and threw it as far as she could into the field.
After Dennis left, Amanda said, “Oh shit,” and ran in the direction she had tossed the ring hoping she could find it.
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Photo credit: GaborfromHungary at Morguefile.com.