The pavement

(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?”

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After a very long break, I return for the weekly fix at Rochelle’s literary bar 🙂

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