Harold walked up the stone steps from the valley formed by the creek. There was a bit of clay soil on his shoes. His mind was going over what happened.

Harold and his wife, Emogene, had gone for a hike. They enjoyed the solitude of the nature preserve with its beautiful limestone outcroppings and red clay earth. Harold couldn’t remember what started the fight, probably Emogene accusing him of sleeping with his co-worker, again. He was, but she didn’t know that. They were yelling when he shoved her and suddenly Emogene was tumbling down the hill. Her head hit a large rock and then she was still. She was lying in the creek, which now had a red streak running with the water. Harold stared at the red streak for a while, part of his brain wondering what it meant. Then he snapped out of his stupor and got to work.

In the side of the hill was a spot that resembled a small cave. The limestone had formed its mouth, with just enough room for Harold to push Emogene’s body into the opening. He was glad she was slim, for he was able to get her all the way in. Then he pushed some brush and branches over her. Satisfied that no one would find her, he hiked up the hill to the main path.

What would he say if asked where Emogene went? As he walked up the stairs, a story was forming in his mind.

This post is written in response to the Weekly Writing Prompt

Welcome to our weekly writing prompt.

Every Friday I will be posting a picture and inviting you to write a short story inspired by that picture. The suggested word length for the story is less than 250-words – but there is no minimum. So, if you fancy writing a 6-word story, then go for it!

Don’t feel your story has to have a murder mystery theme to it – simply write whatever the picture conjures up in your mind.

Weekly Writing Prompt