It happened two years ago tonight. Now, her husband is six feet under, buried next to their two young children. She was distraught for months. No one was able to persuade her to go on with her life and she forbade any joy to sneak in. She blamed herself for losing her family, and as punishment, she stayed away from anything that could bring her any pleasure. That is until tonight. She took a long bath, dolled up and put on the cocktail dress she had bought shortly before the accident but it just hung on her! She was puzzled! Had she lost that much weight?! She tried on an older dress. It still didn't fit right! she fetched something from the back of the closet; a sexy number she had worn on dates with her then boyfriend. That one fit perfectly! She looked in the mirror, even managed a faint smile and told herself, "That ought to do it." She then drove to the sleaziest joint she had heard of. She just did not know how much to charge.
F.N.: "The story is too short and stops just before the action !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "
ReplyDeleteI like flash fiction they are slightly shorter than short story or some say "sudden fiction".
ReplyDeleteUntil tonight, is one of them, Thrill came in unexpected punch while still a perfect fit.
The idea of the story, impressive, dark and perhaps funny . thumbs up
Until tonight is effective, efficient, and enticing.
ReplyDeleteIt makes one think twice, when encountering with women who are wearing "a sexy number".