Another Lie To Me drabble, because I don't have the inspiration nor the time to write anything over 500 words.
This was inspired by the song 'get out get out get out' by Jason Molina. If you don't know it, it's beautiful, it's really worth listening sometime.
Something tells him to burn the bridge.
Burn the bridge first, trapping them both on the island. Pouring gasoline all over, then lighting it up with a single match, watching it go up in smoke and flames.
"Well that's how I feel sometimes about a woman I know." Pour out the gasoline.
"Look, since we're so close, you are, scientifically speaking of course, my blind spot." One strike of the match, the flames go wild.
"Not when it comes to you." Wood catches flame and slowly turns to charcoal.
"I'm not alone." Dancing flames, twisting around the shape of the bridge.
"I'm not going anywhere, Gill, so let's have it." Blazing heat fills the night air.
"Who needs music?" Sparks and smoldering ashes, floating carefree in the wind.
"Thank you for cleaning up my mess, Gillian." The bridge falters, comes crashing down with a thundering blast.
"Are you saying I had a chance?" The flames die down, leaving what's left of the bridge in crumbling ashes.
No one's ever crossing that bridge again.
Then set fire to everything else. Plant a bomb, throw a handgranate, light up the dynamite. It doesn't matter, as long as it makes an explosion, as long as it destroys.
"So all that talk about you being a bad liar is just an act. Now that's a lie." Let's blow up the world, kill us both in the process.
"In the worst possible way." Throw away the burning match, no turning back now.
"What, you mean clean like you?" Should've gotten out when there was still something left to get out of.
"It's cat and mouse, Gill, not cats and mouse." The rats have left the ship, now why haven't you?
"Of course I do, of course I love her." Their island explodes, all that remains is sulfur dust and the smell of gasoline.
There she stands, between the scorching ashes, burned skin and ripped clothes, black smears on her cheeks. There she stands with the tears in her eyes, looking bewildered at the smoldering ruïns around her.
"What happened?" she whispers. "What happened to us?"
Something must have happened, something always does.
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