Note: Normally I try to keep these stories to a strict 100 words, but this one ballooned to twice that size. Though I'm breaking my own rules, I hope you enjoy it all the same.
He'd known before of her sharp tongue. But he felt an almost physical pain when she said, "You and me, this marriage? It was all a mistake. I should've known it from the start."
At first he thought it was only dusk stripping the green highway signs proclaiming "Duck Key ahead" of their hue. But on the horizon where silver sea met salmon sky, a dim paleness spread. After their rental reached the hotel and she locked herself in the honeymoon suite's bathroom, he also realized the maroon bedspread was the same shade as unbleached cotton.
Shucking off his shirt, he understood why.
The incision crossed his breastbone, as grey-edged, gaping and black as a cored hollow in some ancient oak. He probed it with a finger and, meeting no resistance, reached in deeper—and deeper still. He paused only once when his elbow brushed the wound's lip, and agony arced out. But his bicep and then his shoulder slipped inside the colorless void, seeking something he couldn't even name ...
Within the bathroom, she eventually wiped her eyes, washed her face and slid open the door with a tentative, "Honey? Let's talk."
Her voice echoed throughout the empty room.
Silver Sea, Salmon Sky by I Saw Lightning Fall
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