The glass remained full. Ravenswood always made a good Merlot, but this portion was destined for the drain.1
The firelight from the candles, reflecting through the glass, threw purple shadows along the walls. Her tears had dried to mascara stains on her face as she stared at nothing, trying to figure out what went wrong. He left. That was all she could think. She sat and cried more as she dwelled on that fact.2
The cats tried to comfort her in the only way they knew how. They each, in turn, rubbed across her legs as she sat crying. Nicco in particular was adamant about cheering her. With a small ball of string clutched in his teeth, he leaped into her chair for the affection he knew he would get. Her hands fell to her lap and brushed the kitten aside. The pain was too great, too fresh, to be consoled yet.3
She picked herself up and ventured to the bathroom to try and eradicate the veins of grief from her face. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't help but ask her reflection why this had happened. What was so wrong with her that he couldn't love her without hitting her? Her reflected image was no help. It asked her the same.4
There were some who would say she was better off. That she could move on from this and grow. Right now, however, all she could think was, what do I do now?5
There was a blast of gunfire and the wine glass tipped and fell to the floor.6
Author notes
An attempt at flash fiction from long ago
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Comments
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I have yet to decide who was holding the gun. It's sort of why I left this where it is.. Thank you
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This is excellent. Just WOW. I have never written flash. I'm not good at fiction at all it just makes me even more awed by those who can do it so well. I love the cat part. And I thought the ending was HIM killing HER...??? Your writing amazes me!
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Yem said it all! I recognise many things of this story, but the end, no, it will never be this way. Now wrong choice t(his time
Very good write!
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My friend Susannah (Remember Tiggy on the other site) has written a lot of flash fiction too. I tried one (formally) but I tend to meander too much for it.
It is a tragic tale of mis-placed identity. She has placed too much of herself in this man...one clearly undeserving, when pain is still fresh, one often does rash things...sometimes irrevocably.
Time would have showed her that what she saw as a loss was a gain...but she chose to end time. Man, when she asked herself what she would now do...she made the wrong choice!
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