Another Flash Friday entry. This week's prompt was a macaque on a balcony.
Honeymoon
Wyatt heard his wife’s terrified screaming from the other room. He ignored her and kept shaving. She’d been doing that every time she looked out their honeymoon suite window to the balcony and down the ten stories to the bay below. He hoped her occasional shrieks weren't bothering the other guests.
Shelley was silent again. Wyatt thought it would be good to buy some kind of hood for her in moments like this. His contract guaranteed a million dollars a year for the first ten years of their marriage so expenses like these were insignificant.
He heard the balcony door slide open and the screaming started again. Wyatt burst out of the bathroom and found his wife poised on the rail outside. Shelley stopped screaming. Her tail was straight up. He looked at the carefully balanced monkey and slowly approached. He couldn't let her die two days into their marriage. If she did the bet would be off.
Finding the macabre in the mundane
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