“Why take my wife? You, of all people! The affair destroyed our friendship. Thirteen years we were friends. I never suspected you, Johnny.”

He paused, took a deep breath, and scratched his head.

“Maybe she was lonely. It makes no sense. I thought she was happy. Why didn’t I realize her loneliness?”

“You loved her, didn’t you? Did she love you? Did she love me? Did she love anybody? You were weak, and I trusted you. I loved her too much.”

 He took another breath and leaned on the shovel.

“What am I doing? I’m digging my best friend’s grave.”


Victor Paul Scerri

Writer Victor Paul Scerri lives in Thailand. He believes destiny is governed by the choices made.

Victor's stories have appeared in Arial Chart Literary Journal, and Flash Fiction Friday.

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