Always Think Ahead

With a sigh, Silas looked downward at the 73 steps between him and the front door.  

You’d think after nearly 40 years of Beatrice bitching at him he’d have had the forethought to bash her skull in down below and not up top of the lighthouse.

Grabbing her feet, he started the long trip down.

This story was written for the weekly flash fiction challenge 55 Word Challenge hosted by my wife, Lisa McCourt Hollar