“I have bad news, Matilda,” said the Lord of Thornewood manor as he gently stroked the mane of his beloved Appaloosa.
“She won everything. The cars, the manor… You.”
His lips trembled, and his voice cracked.
“I really thought they would let me keep you.”
He wiped away his tears.
“She allowed me to say goodbye, at least. Well, the divorce lawyers persuaded her. Maybe they felt bad for winning so flawlessly. Can you imagine, Matilda? Lawyers with a conscience…”
Matilda whinnied, as if in disbelief.
“She hates me, you know. She said she’d hurt you just to cause me pain. But don’t worry! I won’t let that happen.”
He pulled out the revolver.
“We have to say goodbye now, Matilda.”
He heard a car pull up outside the stable.
He kissed Matilda on the muzzle.
“Farewell, darling. I wish I could do more.”
He cocked the revolver and exited the stable.
She’d left the car. Good.
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Written for the FFfAW Challenge – Week of August 2, 2016
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