Friday, May 11

Flash Fiction #5

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be at least 350 words, give or take.

Happy Friday again! Hope you all had a great week! Mine was mixed, but I feel like a million pounds of stress has been lifted off my shoulders. I've been just relaxing thanks to B. I'm making time to read and do what I want to do. Studying and I need need to take a break from each other. ^.^

by: Carole Rae

 Slowly sitting down, Angela winced. These rehearsals were really taking a toll on her body, but she loved every, single moment of it. After all these years of being the second fiddle, she was now the lead. She was what little ballerinas inspired to become! She had won.

As she reached for her cup of tea, there was a shaky knock on the door, “Come in, Devon.”

Devon hesitantly opened the door and made his way. She gazed him over. He was tall and lanky. Thinning brown hair and wide brown eyes. He was one of those nervous types. Why ever did she hire him? Ah, he was cheap, she recalled. She was surprised he had kept his nerve this long. It had been almost a year since he and she rid of that “woman”.

Angela grumbled, “What the Hell do you want, Devon?”

“I-I-I,”He gulped, “I can't do this anymore, Miss Swan.”

Her eyebrow lifted quizzically, “Mhm, can't do what exactly?”

“I-I-I can't live with this guilt. W-we need to confess.”

She glared, “Confess? We did the world a favor when we rid of that little slug. The world is a much better place without Helen. No one suspects a thing. Now shut up and enjoy what I gave you.”

A little black cat meowed at Devon in accordance, “But Miss Swan!”

“No. If you so much hint at what we did, I'll kill you myself. No one will take this away from me. Do you hear me?” She leaned back and sensually massaged her leg. Somehow her dressed had pulled up quite a bit, exposing her thighs. She gave Devon a half smile, “I know how to rid of your nervousness.” Sex was always the answer to get a man to do as you pleased. Devon was always a such a sucker.

Forgetting his worry over confessing to the horrid murder of Helen, he eyed Angela with a hungry stare. A slight tap on glass diverted his eyes to first the window and then to the mirror. His eyes went wide when he seen a Helen in the mirror scratching and giving a soundless moan. For a moment he couldn't move or even breathe.

“What is it now?” Questioned Angela, getting a little annoyed with this sniveling man.

He then screamed an ear piercing scream and passed out. Angela's eyes went wide and she sat up. She looked around and her eyes settled on the deathly portrait of Helen in her mirror. Angela laughed and went up to the mirror, “Helen...I'm surprised at you. Haunting someone is soooo not classy. I won. You lost. Adios.” She took the mirror and threw it upon the ground. It shattered into a million pieces just like Helen's dreams. Angela sighed and sat back down. Nothing was better than the sweet taste of victory.



Blodeuedd said...

Cool story :D
And you did find such a great pic. Now I just need time to write a story too

Carole Rae said...

Thanks! When I saw this I instantly hoped it would be featured on FFF. :) Can't wait to read yours!

carol said...

Very nice. I like that she just broke the mirror, simple and to the point.

Carole Rae said...

haha thanks. :) Helena is just like that. Simple, easy solutions.

Melissa (My words and pages) said...

Ha, she is one rough girl. ;D Great story.

Carole Rae said...

yes, tough, but a bitch through and through. lol.