Don’t Tell Anyone

Tears flowed down her face, mixing mingling with raindrops soaking the lacey wedding gown she wore. Caroline looked down at her trembling hands clutching a bloodied knife that killed her lover. He had looked so handsome today in his tuxedo but now she couldn’t see his face the way he laid; face down, one arm out stretched and twisted the other hidden beneath his lifeless body.

“I ... I can't breathe. What have I done?”

Blood dripped from the knife and swirled in a puddle as the weapon fell from her finger tips. She collapsed to the ground her body heaving in sobs of pain; her voice crying out in horrified anguish.

What could have been so awful to deserve such a fate as this? She searched her thoughts for answers but none had come. She could not remember what happened, nor why? She felt betrayed by her own mind; left standing to take the blame. But maybe it wasn't me at all, she concluded. Maybe it was an accident, or a thug trying to steel his wallet.

Caroline reached inside his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Then she opened it and took out the cash, tossing it back onto the ground beside him and walked away.

As she walked she whispered to herself, “Shhhhh, shhhhhhh my darling don’t tell, don't tell anyone.”

Challenge of the Week LXXXIX , Secrets