(100 word flash fiction)
She looks down at the street. Enough height for a jump to death. The thought makes her wet with desire. As though Death was her lover, waiting on the hard, cold pavement – indifferent, smirking, rejoicing at her pain. Like her lovers.
She hurls the potted plants out. Breathing in the crisp air, she feels lighter. Death can wait.
There’s a knock on the door.
A policeman hands her a letter.
“We found a man on the pavement below, killed by potted plants. We believe this letter is for you.”
She reads – “I’m sorry, Alice. Can I come back?”
After a very long break, I return for the weekly fix at Rochelle’s literary bar 🙂
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Oh, right after the nick of time. 😳 Nice ironic story.
Oooh, that’s a toughie. And now that the letter has been delivered – out will come the handcuffs. 😦
Thanks for dropping in Sandra.
Maybe Death will be her lover
Hmmmm …. don’t we all court Death?
Guess it’s too late for him to come back. Welcome back.
Dear Rochelle, I guess it was not too late for me to come back 🙂 Thanks for keeping FF going 😀
oh, the wickedness of fate… good write! 🙂 ❤
Oh the irony!! And… hopefully she does not get away with it!
Good job portraying fury & despair. One concludes the lady is not sane — whoever wrote the note would be smarter not to come back or they might get tossed out,too. 🙂
She tossed the plants out to make room for her to jump, but felt better and decided not to 🙂 But it’s your take 🙂
I never thought of that angle. Just saw her losing it and tossing plants out , not caring where they fell.
Ouch… I wonder if he will visit her in prison…
Yes, as a ghost, maybe 🙂
Fate is quirky, isn’t it?
Hmmmm …. and has a sense of humour 😀
I guess they’ll have to catch up with each other in the next life.