ONE HELL OF A WOMAN
An aging raven-haired wife stood before her mirror, rehearsing what she’d soon say.
“I will not tolerate this neglect anymore. I am one hell of a woman. You can fuck whoever you like… but you won’t deprive me any longer. We both know what I am capable of… and I want you to only experience the best of that… I miss us.”
Soon, she was ready to voice her concerns. She mended her feathered lipstick, adjusted her generous cleavage, then walked swiftly down the hall.
Prepared to deliver her words, she opened a door and stood before her teenaged stepson.
Today’s my first time on the job. I’m the photographer.
This girl before me is utterly delectable.
I am enthralled. This is my fantasy job.
Ohh, the way she is posed… I am growing in the most sinful way.
“Now look up at me, show me how you fuck with your eyes,” I want to say it, but I can’t.
She’s nude. Pungent, herbal, yesterday’s perfume; I’m so close, I can taste her smell. She’s ivory all over with shades of pink and red where it matters most. Today’s my first time on the job. I’m the crime scene photographer.
L. Michelle Corp lives in southwest Florida.
WHY WE CHOSE TO PUBLISH “One Hell of a Woman” and “The Photographer”
Writing good flash fiction is difficult enough, but pulling it off in 100 words (exactly) takes talent, and author Michelle Corp has demonstrated her writing talent with these two character-driven pieces, both of which deliver a good punch at the end.
flash is the unexpected, the swift blow to the neck, the sudden swoosh of blood on the wall. i never read a 100-word piece before, except some 50-word thing by hemingway about unused diapers up for sale.
such delightful insights scattered like tiny pearls around this place.