Monday, 5 September 2011

100 words



On Chuck Wendig's site there's a flash fiction challenge. Revenge in 100 words. Here's mine - Best Served Cold.



Best Served Cold



Rain pounded the car’s roof. Twenty-second July, sixty degrees and rain. British summer.

Ricky left the car and approached the ice-cream van. The man inside yawned. “First customer today, what’ll it be?”

“It’ll be your last.” Ricky pointed the gun through the hatch. His face contorted, eyes narrowed as he stared at it.

“Carrie’s dad?”

Ricky nodded. Holiday memories from last year. Carrie’s sixteenth birthday. All grown up. Her first boyfriend.

Back home, the pregnancy. Boyfriend wouldn’t return her calls. She was determined to keep it. Then, the complications. Dying in childbirth.

“I’m sorry,” he stuttered.

Ricky pulled the trigger.


7 comments:

Snellopy said...

Nicely done!

Charlie Wade said...

thanks Snellopy. Just took a look at yours, good stuff. I didn't see that ending coming.

kirstenaurelius said...

oooh, sad and vicious.

Lara said...

Setting this during a rainy British summer is just. perfect.

Anonymous said...

Straightforward. Nobody wins.
Louise Sorensen

Charlie Wade said...

Thanks Kirsten, sad and vicious is always a good combination.

Lara, is there any other sort of British summer :)

Louise, that's revenge all over isn't it? It might make you feel better for a while, but the original wrong is never cancelled out.

Kym Hamer said...

Remind me to do re-con next time I go for ice-cream!

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