Category: Flash Fiction

When Hope Dies

By L.J. Kelley

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He’d been sawing on her abdomen like a sadistic carpenter for what seemed like hours.  As she lay on the table, motionless, afraid to move or make a sound, he dumped the acidic liquid over the bloody slash in her gut.  It would’ve scorched her pale, tender skin if she hadn’t gone numb from the waist down several hours ago.  What the hell was that?  Vinegar?   

She’d always been a conscientious person; treated people the way she’d want to be treated, got a college education, paid her taxes.  She would never understand what she had done to deserve this outcome.  As she’d busied herself with cleaning her apartment and finishing her dissertation on the failings of modern feminism in America earlier that afternoon, she had the feeling that someone was observing her.  Someone she couldn’t see, but who was definitely about to make himself known to her world.  This sixth sense had been with her since childhood and it was never wrong. 

The deadly blow to her belly came almost immediately after the aura; she never would have seen him coming, there had been no time.  As she called for help and tried to crawl across the room, it had all gone dark when her head hit the floor. 

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The Happy Ending

By Vanessa Hawkins

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One Two Three

One Two Three

She kicks her leg up, showing the world her shapely thigh.  Her skirt’s a rainbow of pastels that frame the swell of her plump buttocks and the sheaf of white panty that bisects her inner leg and whispers of the dark cleft underneath.

One Two Three

One Two Three

She turns in a whirl, her soft doll curls spinning like the dishes balanced precariously on smooth ivory poles.  Her lips are red; the perfect cupids bow, and dark eyelashes flutter above ice blue eyes, so incredibly blue they’re ghost-like.

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One Two Three

The curtains close.  They open again.  She’s seen undressed; her porcelain skin grasped at every angle by the calloused hands of men.  The cupid’s bow is now split apart, a thick shaft poised between it, ready to shoot its quarry.  In the end, they all promise her a pearl necklace.

One Two Three

One Two Three

The veil of night descents to day, and in khaki pants she waits on the curb.  The cupid’s bow is gone, the golden curls replaced by a hat and tail.  The glamour is absent, the lights distinguished.  The spinning dishes all put away.

One Two Three

One Two Three

“Mommy!”  He says, grasping her around the neck. 

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