When she’d first set her sights on Bradley she knew it was a longshot. He only paid her attention when he had a paper due or any of a host of other menial tasks needed performed.
She had no delusions of snaring true love, no illusions of capturing integrity, no dreams of becoming his wife. She just wanted to be held, caressed, loved.
At length, she’d been forced to admit Bradley would never desire her in the way she burned for him. It wasn’t a pleasant realization but, still, undeniably so.
If the scattering of flower petals upon her bed weren’t confirmation enough, the bloody fingernails on her other side were, certainly, beyond being ignored.
As she’d pulled each one with the pliers, she’d offered him the chance to acquiesce. He hadn’t and now he was beyond ever doing such. His cooling corpse would have to go but not just yet she sighed…not just yet.
This story was written for the weekly Saturday Sunday Tails flash fiction challenge for the prompt phrase: capturing integrity.