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.

43 thoughts on “Flash Fiction – Beneath the surface

  1. Oops. Moving sounds like a good idea. This made me wince and laugh at the same time. He may have deserved it, but he didn’t force her… Great take on the prompt.

Thanks so much for reading!