A Lovely Picnic

It was a dark and stormy night. Yet inside of the house, it seemed even darker. The couple fought for hours. The man threw vases, glasses, chairs, all that the woman threw was her ring. It was no longer clear what they fought about. The conflicts wove together until the final product was the destruction of a relationship. The man lunged for her, hands reaching out for her neck, aiming to wring her breath away from her, but she would not give up so easily. She ducked out of his way, grabbing a rifle that hung proudly over their fireplace, and hit him over the head with it, again and again.
Then she looked down at him, and the world seemed to slow down. She dragged his body outside and threw him into a hole in the ground. He had been planning to build a gazebo there, but she supposed that would not be happening now. She shovels dirt on top of him and then goes inside to get a towel, and an apple. Carefully, she lays down the towel on his makeshift grave. She sits down, bites into the apple and looks up into the rain. Twas a lovely picnic.