Raising a glass of champagne to Priceless Joy who hosts Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (75 – 175 words); she also found the inspiring photo prompt this week from pixabay.com. If you haven’t heard of or joined this fiction challenge, please do yourself a favor and check out PJ’s blog for more details and entertaining entries. You won’t regret it.
Now! Onward to the story:
The driveway is empty. Still.
I push my curls over my bare shoulder and glare at my phone for the hundredth time. Its light shines in the darkness of the foyer. Call me back! That’s the least Eli can do. All he has to say is he’s running late. Because he is just late. Nothing more.
Goosebumps run up my arms. I glance to the right, then the—
Headlights flash along the dimly lit street.
I hold my breath. But the car speeds by.
Another car passes the house, but it stops, backs into my driveway, and cuts its lights. Two shadowy figures slip out and walk up to ring the bell. I hide behind the curtain. Panic rises in my chest, squeezing against my red dress.
Boom! Boom! Boom! “Open up. It’s the police!”
Dammit, Eli. Not again. Trembling, I hurry to the dining room and sink into a chair. I gulp down a glass of wine and lie my head on the table. The centerpiece candle flickers as they bust down the door.
“Happy anniversary,” I whisper.
(Truth be told, I had to kill a few of my darlings [sentences] in my manuscript.
So I tweaked them to create this week’s flash fiction.
Hope you enjoyed it.)