Another flash
Prompt: write a short story of 150 or fewer words without using any adjectives or adverbs.
She took the scarf from the closet and closed the door. Tom gave her the scarf, on a day peppered with snow. Made of silk from Indonesia, the scarf caressed her neck as if Tom had touched her. She sighed, then rolled the scarf into a ball the size of her fist.
She slipped into the living room and stared at the fireplace. Tom and she had made love on the throw rug.
"Happy anniversary," she said.
She tossed the scarf in the fire.
"Bastard," she added.
In seconds, the scarf curled and crumpled, settling on the pile of ashes. Next to fragments of Tom's and her sister's bones.
She took the scarf from the closet and closed the door. Tom gave her the scarf, on a day peppered with snow. Made of silk from Indonesia, the scarf caressed her neck as if Tom had touched her. She sighed, then rolled the scarf into a ball the size of her fist.
She slipped into the living room and stared at the fireplace. Tom and she had made love on the throw rug.
"Happy anniversary," she said.
She tossed the scarf in the fire.
"Bastard," she added.
In seconds, the scarf curled and crumpled, settling on the pile of ashes. Next to fragments of Tom's and her sister's bones.
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