Prompt: Sweetheart, what did you bury in the garden?
We worked side by side, planting spring annuals in our flowerbeds. As I thrust my spade into the soil, I heard it – muffled and strangled.
My hand froze and I glanced at Nick. He continued to pat down the soil around the marigolds, engrossed in the task.
I carefully deepened the hole, holding my breath. It couldn’t be. I buried that thing months ago.
Nick’s full attention was on me this time.
“Sweetheart,” he said, uncertainly. “Doesn’t that sound like my singing fish? The one you said was lost in the move?”
*Flash Fiction is fiction under a thousand words. I participate in a weekly prompt that's limited to a mere one hundred words. That's crazy short. You can check out the other participants' stories via their links on the WonHundred Word Wednesdays Facebook page here.*