Today’s contribution to Friday Fictioneers’ 100 word flash fiction blog hop brought to life by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
In perpetuity. Wasn’t that the commitment? Day after day of togetherness. Except Muriel had married a mathematician and one obsessed with fractals.
The patterns she loved. He generated pictures, turning shapes into works of art, covering the walls of their apartment. The hours and hours of complex analysis were less thrilling. The cosy geometry of their life started to fracture along new lines, sending her spiralling into a depressing abyss.
One evening, she lay a round pebble on his desk by his notepad.
“What’s this?” he asked, pausing mid-calculation.
“It’s finite. Like our marriage.”
The morning light brought bare walls and an empty desk.