The Thermos – Friday Fictioneers

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‘Thanks for meeting me,’ She tugged at the lapels of her thick woolen coat with nervous fingers.

‘What do you want now?’ His words were colder than the wind.

‘Here, I’ve got something for you.’ She showed him the object in her right hand.

‘Oh God! Your bloody thermos again? What’s in it this time? Coffee? Tea?.’

‘This time it’s different.’ She removed the lid, pulled out the ice-dagger and in one swift motion plunged it deep into his heart.

She walked away, the memories of him and his abuse melting faster than the dagger.

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wissoff – Fields.