Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

"Listen, I don't want to end it like this," Christian said.

"Get off my property," she said sharply. Her cold features rebutted any argument that struggled to form in Christian's throat. She extended her finger and pointed to the door.

"Come on," Christian said. "Let me explain."

She stood in the front room, the dim light of the early evening casting oblong shadows, her rigid arm extending the invitation to leave. Christian, blinking and unsure of himself for the first time in their relationship, stumbled as he rose from the plaid couch. He fumbled and stepped around her, fearing she would strike a blow as retribution.

She wanted honesty and he spilled every last bit of it, cleansing his soul and conscience of the sordid details. Christian planned to smooth the troubles he knew would erupt from his confession, hoping the same charm that had won her over so many months ago would weather the storm. Now, instead of a timid laugh and blushed cheeks from his compliments, she flushed crimson with anger, indignant over his lies and deception.

"If you don't leave right now," she said, and the threat lingered, unspoken but communicated.

"Alright, okay," Christian said. He gained his footing and strode quickly to the front door. She trailed the fleeing rogue, pointing the way for his exit from her domain.

Christian crossed the threshold, onto the porch, down the front walk and to the sidewalk. He glanced back, hoping for a final chance. Her lithe body silhouetted in the doorway, akin to a victorious statue with her arm extended and finger pointing to justice.

"Come on," Christian said, turning to face her.

Her arm fell to her side and she turned slowly, stepping into the light of her house, the door closing purposefully behind her.

Word Count - 298