No Flowers Please

We’ve buried him again.
Third time this month.
Dug much deeper this time and backfilled with quick-drying cement.
Hope to hell it works.

(Hint Fiction: A story of 25 words or fewer that suggests a larger, more complex story.)

Moving North

The virus hit London first.
Within a month every male in the city had been eaten.
In desperation the women headed north.

Hint Fiction: A story of 25-words or less.

Posted in 100-Word Stories, Micro Fiction

The Spoils of Marriage

The divorce proceedings are finally over. The spoils of marriage equally divided. Now it’s just me they’re fighting over.

Dad wants me with him, telling me I shouldn’t stay with,  ‘that hateful bitch’. Mum says I’d be better off with her and there’s no way she’s going to let, ‘that deceitful bastard’ have me.

The court says I’m old enough to make up my own mind.

They’re wearing me out. I’ve had enough. I feel they’ve left me no choice.

I’m leaving a note, asking that my ashes be put in two small boxes – and mailed to each of them.

Mike Jackson

A 100-word story for this week’s prompt at Friday Fictioneers.