Revenge, flash fiction
A challenge at my writing class to write flash fiction, take an existing story and cut it to 200 words.
Not sure it works, I prefer original.
Could I have lost the extra 37?
Lucy sat in a leather armchair, savouring the taste of the espresso. Nibbling at the biscotti, remembering that first time she had tasted them on honeymoon in Venice. Believing she could never be happier.
It had taken a lot of planning but had been worthwhile.
When she left no one noticed, not a woman who would stand out in a crowd.
On her walk home thoughts of the past made inroads into the present. The gossamer threads of memory, almost, but not quite, threatening to spoil her plans.
Eighteen years old and in love. He, her first, and she thought her only true lover. Stopping for a moment to breath in the scents she saw a couple standing by a flowering cherry, unaware of everything except each other. Memories almost overcame her and regrets for what she had done but these thoughts disappeared when anger resurfaced.
He declared that he would love her alone. He did, until ‘she’ came along. He had deserted, betrayed and almost destroyed her.
She turned on the television.
‘The police have charged Philip Jeffries with murder. In a preliminary hearing he pleaded not guilty. Searches are ongoing for the body but there is enough evidence to bring him to trial.’
Lucy Jeffries sighed. She was not that woman any more. She was Beatrice Summers.
‘If anyone has any information could they please contact the police on…’
Word count 237