I actually came up with a Valentine’s Day flash! Yes! Well, a drabble anyway.
Her mouth throbbed in time to her pulse. Scree had clocked her good. The bastard was going to pay.
She stood above him on the muddy ground, heedless of her white heels. “You shouldn’t have done it.”
Scree stared up at her, eyes terrified, and moaned something. She thought it sounded like sorry.
“Should’ve been sorry when you slept with my sister. The bitch.” She stood above him in the shooting position she had looked up just an hour ago: feet spread, right elbow slightly bent, left fully bent.
The first shot hit his heart. Blood sprayed like red champagne.
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A bang for a bang. Most excellent Valentine’s Day (aka VD) story!
Wonderful last line for a story worthy of the holiday.
And they say romance is dead. Well… his is. 🙂
Well, he was dicing with death cheating on her with her sister wasn’t he! 🙂
oh nice! Love those little Valentine’s day stories – with the sister? that is low!
Well isn’t this noir? Bang, bang! There goes one sorry Valentine… Neat story, Sonia!
Being a Casanova does have its drawbacks. It is unfortunate that he didn’t learn this earlier.
That simile at the end is positively delicious. Scree sounds like the kind of person who forgets other people have agency too.
Ouch. Guess he didn’t know who he was dealing with. Wrong person to mess with.
A great story, and lovely details.