Please accept my submission for Friday Fictioneers for 11 April 2014. Forgive me if this one is dark.
She swam upward. Fear stabbed her soul. Her arm shot out…emptiness. Cold sheets.
Sitting up, the sheets slithered down. The strange room swayed. She shivered, covering herself, and fell back.
The night before…their honeymoon night…April fought with Christopher. Furious, she ran out. A cab took her to…the waterfront.
The wine was sweet…free drinks appeared. The stranger sympathized. They danced and laughed. He asked about the ring.
She looked at her bare left hand. She found the phone. “I’m sorry.”
Christopher hung up.