Through the kitchen window, my eyes glance over the backyard. The fence needs a fresh coat of paint. The lawn needs to be mowed.
I lean against the cold laminate counter, keeping my eyes outward. My fingers dripping water.
I need to get out of here. My gaze focuses on the limited view beyond the faded fence. Cars whipping by. People talking on the phone.
Shifting my attention back to the silent house, I look for a towel to dry my hands, ignoring the one empty spot on the knife block.
For Friday Fictioneers – 10 July 2020 and Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: 2020: Week #28.
Good one. I can relate too well.
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Thank you.
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Mm. I think there will be many more bodies to discover once lockdown eases.
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Dun Dun Duuun!
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Good, tense work. In the next chapter, maybe we learn whether or not to sympathize with her.
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Bwahaha!
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My fingers dripping.
What has she done – and when? Great piece of mounting tension and suspense.
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Thank you.
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Suspenseful indeed. Well done.
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Thank you.
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You are welcome.
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uh-oh, i’m afraid if she turns around she’ll find a knife aiming for her throat.
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Or…?
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The aftermath, I think.
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(wink)
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Good suspense! I wrote a darker suspense story also if you want to check it out. I’m new here and I was wondering if you guys could check out my page and give it a follow a like or even just some feedback! Have a wonderful Thanksgiving! caleecreates.wordpress.com.
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Welcome to the WordPress blogging sphere. Participating in challenges (flash fiction writing, prompt writing, e.t.c.) is a great way to join the community. Good luck, and thank you for dropping by.
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