(100-word flash fiction)

She slid into the still waters stained crimson with sunset.

She felt free as those birds flying towards the horizon. As vast as the ocean in whose lap she now cradled in. Unfettered as the breeze caressing the water. Thousands of miles away with a perfect alibi.

If only she could have tortured him the way he had broken her spirit. Cracked her open and filled her with pain. With slow poison he wouldn’t even know he was dying.

She dried herself, sauntered lazily to the beachside cottage and let herself in.

And found him lying dead on her bed.


*  Just for the record, I don’t like the ending. It’s so unfair, especially with the #metoo campaign now on. I fought with the muse for a whole day and nothing else was given. 😦 So be it.

** Couldn’t resist the alliteration in the first line. 🙂

Many thanks to our lovely Rochelle for so devoutly hosting Friday Fictioneers week after week 🙂


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20 comments on “Freedom

  1. Hmmm. I got till she returned to her room. Was the alibi for something else other than killing the one who broke her? A bit muddled. But yes, at times the story does choose us I suppose.

  2. I didn’t mind the ending, but I would have been satisfied without the last line – knowing he was dying and she was free of him, able to move on in the sunset idyll. Nicely done.

  3. Dear Joyful,

    Hard to get the licks into 100 words. It sounds like he was a ‘deserving’ man. Thank you for being mindful of the word count, though. It’s a challenge but it does help us in larger pieces. 😉 Good story, my dear.



  4. If the poison was that slow to work and he wouldn’t realise it was taking him, he would have had plenty of time to fly to reach her – more’s the pity for her! A dark and twisty tale 🙂

  5. The ending is ambiguous. I like that. The revengeful tone is strong with this narrator, but guilt always finds a way to worm itself in. Perhaps seeing him on her bed is a guilty vision, proceeding from her heat pressed bread, sensible to feeling as to sight (sorry, Macbeth)!

  6. Had to think about this one, how he got to her across all that distance. Then I figured it WAS a slow poison, and he didn’t know he was dying. Anyway, I really enjoyed the writing. Vivid and real.

  7. Nicely written piece. I loved the line “Cracked her open and filled her with pain.” It’s such a descriptive line for what abusive people do.

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