Thursday, 12 January 2017

Revenge

I thought I'd try get away from the norm' of posting my poetry. Here is an offering of flash fiction I started a few months ago and finaly managed to find a conclusion to this week. I hope you enjoy it.

 Revenge

        The lady with auburn hair slipped the incriminating photos back into the manila envelope. Although she knew about all the back-handers he had taken over the years, it was the lies and habitual infidelity that was the last straw; cheating Bastard she muttered under her breath. Sitting forward, she looked from keyboard to screen and attached the scanned images to the e. mail. Momentarily, her finger hovered over the mouse…she took a deep breath and clicked send. A man two screens away glared at her and then gave an aggressive, Sshhh, as the metal legs of her chair squeaked and scraped loudly on the wooden floor as she got up to leave. “Get a life” she said, while deliberately slamming the door behind her; tossed the half smoked cigarette into the gutter and then got into her Mercedes.
        Councillor Jason Rose placed his Audi keys on the glass topped desk and took the post-it his P.A had stuck to the monitor, Melanie’s wedding anniversary present, your favourite table’s booked at Pierre’s 7.30 pm; he put the note with his keys. Coffee in one hand and mouse in the other he navigated the cursor to the e. mail with, URGENT, typed in bold capitals in the subject bar,
“What the f…” he said, as he stared in disbelief at the images of himself and the wife of a prominent businessman in a passionate embrace, he read the text. Tomorrow, 7am usual routine, health suite, £20,000 in used notes, leave in locker, swim, go to work, deviate from instructions your wife and newspapers will receive copies of images. Jason felt sick at the realisation that his rising political career was about to take a huge nose dive into oblivion if he did not act wisely. Melanie, well, he had to admit she was pretty good in bed and still looked a charm on his arm, but he was starting to get quite bored of her.
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        Melanie put down her glass of Chablis and picked up her vibrating mobile from the table.
    “Jason,” Cheryl asked. 
    “Yeah,” she said, and then pressed reject call.
With compassion in her eyes Cheryl reached across and gave her friends hand a reassuring squeeze.
    “I’m fine, Cheryl, honestly I am.” She paused a moment and looked back on how Jason had courted her with flowers and gifts and sexy romantic weekends away.
    “Oh Cheryl, I tried so hard, so bloody damn hard not to fall in love with him.” Melanie said, as she sat back and took a long sip of her wine. She could not help but give a little smile as she thought about the recently acquired twenty thousand pounds in her safety deposit box.
    "What is it Melanie? you look miles away"
  “You know, I will be okay, Cheryl” Melanie said, as she started to scroll through her contacts . . . Delete.

© Julian Clarke 2017


I will link this to Poets United for Sundays pantry.

30 comments:

  1. Intriguing and clever. Kept my attention throughout. Good to see Flash Fiction for a change.

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    1. Hi Richard, thank you for your encouraging comments; this is a piece I started a few months ago and finally finished this week.

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  2. Love this! The pacing is just perfect to keep one intrigued until the end.. I know I was! :)

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    1. Thank you, Sanaa, I'm pleased you enloyed it. Thaks for dropping by.

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  3. Poor guy had no chance with the both of them in cahoots.

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    1. Hi, Old Egg, Thank you for your comment, interesting to see a slight swerve on your interpretation; there were no cahoots going on between the two women. Thank you for dropping by.

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  4. Flashy dramatic opening, intriguing to the end, Enjoyed

    have a good Sunday

    much love...

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    1. Thankyou, Gillena, so pleased you enjoyed it.

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  5. Can be sweet - really good to read a piece of flash fiction - a welcome change and gripping story

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    1. Jae, your comment is as always appreciated. Thanks for dropping by.

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  6. oof, a modern-day "romance". Well written!

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  7. Great end to a sinister relationship... I wonder if she has more plans before she disappears

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    1. Pleased you liked it; she may hav another outing.

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  8. Funny how poetry blogs have habits of posting poetry. Your piece is also poetry, Julian, something to do with your use of words and surprise. Grin.

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    1. Thank you, Susan, for your comments. I am pleased that you found elements of poetry within this piece. I try to insert some poetical elements in my writing, all be it in small amounts on some occaision.

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  9. Enjoyed this.....especially the fact that it's his wife who has sent the email...and I do believe that 20,000 might help her in getting over Jason :-)

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    1. Hi, C.C. thanks for dropping by and I'm pleased you enjoyed, Revenge. What will she do with £20,000?

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  10. Reading this was a real treat.
    ZQ

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    1. Thanks, much appreciated and glad you liked it.

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  11. Your prose, Julian is very poetical, true, and ...do you plan on continue? Enjoyed

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    1. Thank you, Humbird, so pleased you enjoyed. To continue, well there's a thought.

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  12. I enjoyed this short story, she tried not to love him, she fell under his magical spell. Hitting delete, now what?

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    1. Well I'm pleased you enjoyed this. Mmm and now what? thank you for your comment.

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  13. That was an interesting ending - the entire piece - really - enthrallingly penned.

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  14. Nice ending Julian. I really didn't expect that one. :-)

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