The Stone on the Mantelpiece

My fingers wrap around the stone in my pocket, your sticky blood still warm to the touch.  I was going to throw it in the lake, alongside your bound and weighted body, but I kept it instead. A reminder of the day I finally found the courage to do what I should have done years ago.

I’m thinking of putting it on the mantelpiece, alongside that hideous clock your mother gave us as a wedding present. Like our marriage, it never worked. They will be a constant reminder to me of the two women I hated most in the world.

A Drabble – a story told in exactly 100-words.