A Little Flash of Fiction

Rachel Harrie’s first Campaigner Challenge calls for 200 words of flash fiction in our usual genres, starting with “Shadows crept across the wall”, ending with “everything faded”, and working in the word orange if possible.   Visit the link above to ‘like’ your favorite entries  (Mine is #199).   Here’s my story:

Forever His

Shadows crept across the wall, lengthening and shortening as the hours passed, day after endless day. Felicia tried the door once more, not surprised when the knob refused to turn. The window also declined to open, and she wondered if someone had painted it shut or nailed it closed from the outside. No matter how loudly she yelled or how hard she banged her fists against the pane, help never came.

She wanted out, to go back home, maybe find love again and start a family. She’d left Mitchell only last week, or was it longer? Hard to tell, since she’d lost count of the sunrises that marked her stay. His lies still rang in her ears, his professions of love, his vow that she’d be forever his. Even after she caught him in the arms of a cheap harlot in orange panties.

The last time Felicia saw Mitchell, he wavered between the dueling emotions of rage and desperation. How dare she, his wife and legal property, seek a divorce? But his tears flowed as he begged her to stay.

“No?” He cocked his pistol. “I’ll never let you go.”

She awoke in this room, the day after everything faded.