Where have you gone? Your suits and ties are hanging in your wardrobe. Your toothbrush and shaver are in the bathroom.
On the kitchen counter are ten neatly folded chocolate wrappers, all empty, and a dose of insulin untouched. Beside these, sits your mobile phone and a silver coin.
Your phone rings. It’s my number calling.
‘Hello?’
‘Alice?’
‘Who’s asking?’
‘Nobody of consequence.’
‘Is that you, Charles? You sound strange.’
‘I’ve read your text messages.’
‘I can explain.’
‘Heads … I die. Tails … your lover dies.’
‘It was nothing serious.’
‘Car’s sinking fast. No signal soon. Then you lose us both.’
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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Prompt: image (c) The Reclining Gentleman
You did a nice job of building tension here. I really enjoyed reading this. I guess she should have deleted her text messages, or have been honest.
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Thank you, so much. I’m not sure that her husband was the forgiving type, even if she had admitted the truth before he stumbled upon it!
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Ooo! Scary. So many questions. I love the use of dialogue.
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Thank you. It’s a fun challenge carrying stories along with dialogue.
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Oops! This won’t end well. 😰
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Oops, indeed, Sylvia. People really should lock their mobiles, or delete their saucy threads.
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Nice twist. I’m guessing it won’t go well for the lover regardless of her choice.
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Thank you, Tracey. It’s certainly not a good day for the lover.
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Ah.. that was a truly nightmarish revenge.. I wonder if he gives a toss about the toss though
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That’s the fun of short fiction. So many possibilities lurking between so few words.
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Oh dear… lose-lose-lose!
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Definitely lose-lose-lose. I surprised myself with where that story went!
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Don’t you love it when that happens?
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Yes, I do. I’m not a writer who plots my stories in advance. I start out with a scene/situation/dilemma and a character or two, then hand over to the characters to see where they lead me. I read somewhere that’s how Stephen King writes. It’s much more fun that way, as those characters will often surprise the writer.
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I actually do the same! (Dare I consider myself a writer too?)
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Of course you dare!
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😀
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I really liked this. In fact, an excellent take. Well done.
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Thank you so much for your kind words, Sandra 🙂
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Dear Sarah,
I love the way you built the tension. What stood out to me were the ten folded chocolate wrappers and the untouched insulin. That in itself told a story.
So well done in every detail.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Thank you, so much for your kind and very positive comments.
All best wishes
Sarah
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I like the chocolate wrappers and untouched insulin detail as well. Very well written with lots of tension. Great story, Sarah.
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Thank you, so much, Amy. I’m very pleased with everyone’s positive response to this story.
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Well done. I was not ready for the ending!
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Thank you, Roger. Am glad I managed to surprise you with the ending.
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Lovely. So much said and unsaid in wonderful dialogue format.
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Thank you, so much, Alicia 🙂 Dialogue without tags leaves so much more to the reader’s imagination, although it can lead to confusion at times. When I read Hilary Mantel’s “Wolf Hall”, I kept having to flick back pages to check who was talking. It was most frustrating and has prevented me from reading another novel of hers, however interesting the subject matter.
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I’m curious. Why did you include the info about the insulin?
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He’s playing with her emotions and diverting her from the main reason for his disappearance. A diabetic who’s eaten ten chocolate bars and not taken his insulin, is possibly intending to commit suicide, yet he asks her to toss a coin about who should die — him or her lover. As Bjorn says: “I wonder if he cares a toss about the toss”. In other words, does he intend to kill himself and the lover, too, whatever way the coin falls?
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Thanks for explaining. I was thinking something totally different! lol
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But wouldn’t only taking the insulin and not eating chocolate or anything else be more likely to kill him? Hypoglycemia is a much bigger problem than hyperglycemia.
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I think that someone with Type 1 diabetes would react badly to either extreme. Anyway, if you thought your hours were numbered, wouldn’t you be tempted to have a farewell binge on your favourite forbidden food?
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Jealousy is a strange emotion: it’s good to let your genes rule your head.
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Depends on the genes!
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Very good. I like the way you’ve built suspense, and the ending is superb. What a predicament she’s in.
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Thank you, so much, Margaret 🙂 Such positive comments! She’s certainly in a most unenviable position. I regularly wipe my text messages, not because I’m up to anything much, but just out of principle. They’re private.
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I love your build up – so succinct and so effective!
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Nice Sarah, amazing how a compelling scene can be created so well in 100 words. Who needs novels?
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The lesson to this story is either don’t cheat or be sure to remove your old text messages. Sounds like he’s getting revenge by drowning himself. A divorce would have been simpler, but not as good a story. This was a perfect example of depression in action. Well done, Sarah. —– Suzanne
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Thanks, Suzanne. He’s certainly in a sorry state as a consequence of her texts. The thing is, an insecure or paranoid person is more likely to take a sneak look at their partner’s text messages than a confident and steady person. That being said, there are some incredibly nosy people in this world, who are also mega-confident!
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So much suspense in so few words! I wish there were more!
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Occasionally my pieces of flash fiction have sparked something longer. The last time this happened, a 400-word story ended up acting as a trigger for a 65K-word novel — not immediately, but a year later. So you never know …
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