“She was an excellent artist,” Arianna said, as she sorted through her deceased lover’s art supplies.
“Yes, I’m quite aware of that,” Richard responded.
“I modeled for her,” Arianna said.
“You must have done a lot more for her than just model,” Richard said in a bitter tone.
“I suppose it was difficult for you when she left you for me,” Arianna said.
“Yes, it was quite painful.”
“I’m sorry, but….”
The bullet to the brain killed Arianna instantly. Richard placed his wife’s paint palette on Arianna’s lifeless body. “Give that to her when you’re together again…in hell,” Richard said.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.