This week I am participating in a new flash fiction challenge.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers uses a picture prompt and asks for stories between 75-175 words. The first draft of this story came in at 284 words. I got it down to 179.
Her fiancé came up behind her and massaged her shoulders. She turned from the window and forced a smile. “It’s quiet here”.
“It’s the off-season. Enjoy it. Next time it will be filled with screaming adolescents running the halls while their parents get drunk on rum”.
“Oh it’s not that bad” she scoffed, playfully hitting him in the chest.
“Where should we go for dinner?”
“Wherever makes you feel the sexiest” he leered.
He was trying to be cute but all he did was annoy her. Her father was dying and she didn’t want to leave him but he had convinced her an overnight trip would make her feel better.
The hospice nurse had encouraged her to go. “He still has a few days” she said. “Your sisters are here. You need a break.”
“I’m not very hungry. Perhaps we could grab a burger and take a walk.”
“Whatever you desire” he said. He gave her a peck and quickly caressed her breast. She felt a headache coming on.
Later he accused her of being moody and sullen.