Friday, 6 April 2012
Forty Ninth Friday Flash: Ticket Stub
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This week's story suggestions are from @andrevr (scalpel, ticket stub, running shoes, and the Karoo) You can find Andre's photography and other social media places here
It was a blistering hot day and the fact that she was tied up and had duct tape over her mouth wasn't helping. The crazed maniac was upstairs, she was dreading their return.
The psycho had somehow drugged her drink and taken her way, where, she wasn't sure. Things were still hazy.
Someone was coming down the stairs. Her eyes widened when she saw who it was. It wasn't a man, not a crazed fan like she had suspected, it was Gabriela Fontain the previous star of the show. Someone she had respected.
She knew the older woman had taken it hard, but this was ridiculous.
“Ah, the pretty little angel awakens.”
“Mmm mmm mmm!”
“Look!” she said picking up an album and walking over. Putting it on her lap, her captor paged through it, showing her photos of her previous shows. A used ticket stub plastered with each set of photos. “For seven years I was the star of that show. Hell, I was that show.”
Amy just nodded.
“Then you caught Gerard's eye,” she said putting the album down and whipping back around to look at Amy intensely in the eyes. “You're sleeping with him aren't you?”
She shook her head vigorously, he had tried, but she had pushed off his advances. She was focusing on her career and it was common knowledge that Gerard was a player.
“Lying little pig!”
“You see what he did to me?” she said pointing down at her legs. One was covered in a cast from the knee down. The other had a running shoe on it. “Pushed me over when I confronted him about you sleeping with him. He denied it, the bastard, but I know. Oh I how I know!”
Amy shook her head more vigorously.
“Calm down, it's almost over,” she said picking up a scalpel.
“MMM MMM MMM!”
“Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, the birds and other wildlife out in the Karoo will take care of that, just going to make the outside reflect the inside.”
Tears rolled down Amy's cheeks. Her eyes widened and blinked rapidly as the blade come in closer.
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Whoa — this is a LOT darker than your usual fare! But it's well-done for sure.
ReplyDeleteI've noticed your flashes look a lot more polished in the last couple months. Good work…
Haha... I'm not sure where it came from. Maybe I've watched too much Dexter, because when I think of a scalpel I think of darkness.
DeleteThank you Larry! Means a lot.
Dark turn. There is currently a novel in Sweden getting a lot of publicity called SkalpellDansen, and given your story suggestions plus the ballet shoes had me expecting the knife at the end. Nice writing.
ReplyDeleteNow this was a dark turn indeed! Good piece of writing as Larry noted your work is becoming far more polished. ^_^
ReplyDeleteIt was just too funny to go from that image to your opening line, Craig. I agree with Larry that this is darker than I expect from you, but I endorse the experimentation! Nice linking to the Karoo on the way out, too.
ReplyDeleteNicely dark indeed!
ReplyDeleteAND - I learned what a Karoo is!
"just going to make the outside reflect the inside.”
ReplyDeleteOooh, grisly gory. Love it!
I love that the final action is just hinted at, but we all know what's going to happen :)
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