My Rotten Ex

She took the familiar path to the far corner of the overgrown field. Her first visit had been to quell her irrational fear that he was alive. Now it had become a monthly ritual.

Like an addict, she fumbled with the old planks covering the well. How would he look this time? The full moon reflected in the sludge at the bottom and lit up his rotting remains. She was ashamed at her fascination with his decay but this time she was also confused. His decomposing arms were no longer tied behind his back. They reached up the crumbling wall.

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