Monday, 5 September 2011
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.
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.