(Photo Credit: C E Ayr)
Two parts Schadenfreude, one-part guilt. This was exactly how Marlisse felt as she briskly half-walked half-ran to the rendezvous point. Coming around the corner, she could spot the back tire as well as the ubiquitous yellow number plate of Robbie’s half hidden bike. Green was not the only colour that Marlisse saw as she neared her meetpoint.
Shrieking hysterically, Marlisse trembled violently as her small briefcase tumbled upon the cobblestoned road. Robbie lay motionless and contorted in a pool of blood. A note pinned to his chest courtesy a dagger running through its side, read, “To Marlisse, with love”
(Word Count: 100)
This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE
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9 comments
That would make such a good opening to a detective story 🙂
Oh no. I wonder where the Schadenfreude came from, was she cheating, was he?
Well…She could be. Or she could just have had enough of their parents’ pestering her to marry the groom of their choice and might have disapproved of poor Robbie
Well that was a twist of the old dagger!! nice one Neel.
Thank you so much. It’s Venky actually. I am afraid you might have confused my name for someone else’s.
I sure did. Sorry i open ten at a time when there are so many participants and i must have got confused. But the rest of the comment still stands!
I thought that she was attempting to catch a cheating boyfriend or husband at his rendezvous with his lover. Seeing green was a nice way to convey her jealosy, and even better when placed next to her discovery of the red blood. Very suspenseful and intriguing!
Woah! A very Sicilian tale of passion and revenge! I agree with Andi about your use of colour in the story – very effective.
Oh, what a shock! Poor Robbie, poor Marlisse.