11 October 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
The flames spat out violently and he sat back into his armchair, staring at the fireplace with a wry smile as the embers devoured the letter.
It's arrival that morning had proved it; they were no longer hidden, no longer safe. They had been discovered.
He supposed it had only been a matter of time. He and her had lasted three years away from their clutches, three brilliant years; but he supposed it was only inevitable that they were going to be found.
Tomorrow they would move, he thought, as he stared again towards the letter quickly burning to ash, the words forevermore lost.