Flash Fiction – Beneath the surface


Photo – Dale Rogerson

 

‘You can’t pay the rent again?’

‘No.’ My nails carve crescents into the palms of my hands. I fight to keep my breathing measured.

‘You’re two months behind. I’m not a freakin’ charity.’

‘I’ll make it up to you.’ My stomach rollercoasters and I force a smile, unbutton my blouse.

His hands reach for his belt buckle. ‘You want this?’

I nod and lick my lips, quash the rising nausea and drop to my knees.

‘You bitches are all the same.’

Swirling blackness floods my veins and I clamp my teeth together, hard.

He screams.

I’ll have to move house.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.

Advertisements

43 thoughts on “Flash Fiction – Beneath the surface

Constructive criticism appreciated

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s