Last Boat Home

Travis was tired of Libby. 300 words

Last Boat Home

"Let's go for a boat ride," Travis said coaxingly.

" I 'm enjoying the sun and the beach too much, If you want to go, go ahead," Libby said lazily.

"Okay, I'll pick you up in time to go back to the resort for a late dinner. I love you," her fiance answered. She didn't reply, so figuring she was asleep, he sped off.

He had a gloriously wonderful ride, even stopped to do some fishing. As the sun began setting, Travis turned the boat back in what he thought was the direction of the secluded beach where he had left Libby. He stopped at beach after beach, even surveying each one with binoculars. He lost count of how many after awhile. None had any sign of Libby.

"We did make a few friends at the resort, maybe she hitched a boat ride back with one of them," he sighed to himself. Putting off his concerns as best he could; since he was sure she was fine, he headed back.

Back at the resort, Travis changed for dinner and went down to the bar. As he was sipping a Manhattan, the loudspeaker squawked.

"Would Mr. Travis Cannon, report to security." Startled, he hurried to do so.

"Mr. Cannon, a Ms. Libby MacDonald was found dead on a beach. She is your fiancee, correct?" the head of security began. Travis swallowed and nodded mutely.

"The house doctor says she appears to have died from acute sunstroke. We are curious why she was alone."

For the rest of the night, Travis told and retold his story about going for a boat ride and than not being able to find the beach Libby was on again. Inside he was elated that his plan to get rid of his tiresome fiance worked.