“Please, please don’t do this. Max, please. Oh my God, please!”
Max stepped over her luggage and dumped the last bucket of water into the pit. “All done, my love.”
“Max, please.” Tears fell from Paula’s eyes as she struggled to move in the thickening mixture.
“Don’t worry,” he said, slipping into the liquid, “We’ll never fight again. We’ll always be together.”
Paula screamed until her throat burned. He pulled her body close to his and whispered in her ear, “In a thousand years, we’ll still be together.”
He hugged her tight and together they slid beneath the surface.
99 words based on the very cool image prompt from this week’s Friday Fictioneers.