She left him beneath the pier, throat cut. Hands trembling, she stepped into the casino above his head. As the sea washed away the bloody patterns she'd painted, she drowned her sins at the bar.
Her first breath tasted of freedom.
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Inktober 2019
General Fiction50 word short stories for my first attempt at Inktober. They might be related, they might not. Let's find out. Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay.
