This was written for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you as always to Rochelle for providing such a marvelous place for flash fiction writers!
And the Spirit Moves
Zooey knows what her in-laws think of her. She witnesses the finger gestures denoting “crazy” and lips accentuating “woo-woo” when she professes spirituality. More than once they’ve suggested Brent married her because of her bank account, which, until today, she’d vehemently denied . . . to herself.
An earthquake struck, shifting the earth, as they do, trembling the man-made structures, as they do, and stopped.
Briefly she thought her ginger kombucha had more of a kick than usual.
Every picture stayed on the wall except for their wedding picture, severed down the middle, splitting them in two.
The damn cheater.