Deceit by Joyce Nelson

There was a storm approaching. Gusts rattle the window blinds, sudden and alarming. Watching the darkening sky, she stretches with pleasure. Rising from the bed in a smooth movement she looks in the mirror. ‘I’ve been to the gym today.’ The words feel true in her mouth. Her reflection lies perfectly. The tinkle of keys, the clunk of a lock, she inhales. Wriggling into her still damp gym clothes, ‘Darling, you're home early.’ ‘You caught me going for a shower.’ ‘I thought I’d surprise you.’ ‘Red roses, how beautiful, you do spoil me.’ ‘I’ll catch you next time,’ he promises her.

FLASH FICTION 101 JUNE 2020 SHORTLISTED ENTRY


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