PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Sahil anxiously opened the door to his tiny apartment. Rita hadn’t answered his calls all day and now the apartment was completely dark. He immediately rushed to the bathroom – its light glowing like a beacon. Here, he found her note.
“All these years you let me wallow in penury. You never let me have even 100 bucks for myself. How could you have been so selfish you bastard! Don’t try to contact me and good luck finding your stash.”
Sahil collapsed on the floor. He thought he had gotten away with the heist… If only she had called him!
Word count: 100
Flash fiction in response to “Friday Fictioneers” hosted by the lovely Rochelle.