It was their Senior year in high school.
Prom night was coming and that’s when they were planning to give themselves to each other in full.
The chosen place was a treehouse at the backyard of an abandoned house.
Although shabby on the outside, the inside looked like a fairytale.
He lays her down gently at the mattress.
When things start to get hot, he remembers he forgot the condoms at the car.
He goes to the car, opens the glove compartment, and presses the button of a little remote control.
Amongst shrapnel and wood chips, she rains around him in bits and pieces of flesh and blood.
This post was written for the Flash Fiction Rodeo Contest #7.
The rules for contest for this week it to “write a flash fiction in 109 words, no more, no less and weave a murderous vibe through an every-day setting, either in thought or deed.”
The image that came to my mind as inspiration was the last one in the story, then I wrote a story around it to fit. Originally I thought it would be a 299 word story, which allowed me to add many more details. Those details are gone, but I guess the shorter version ended up pretty nice too.
The winner for this contest was announced today at the Carrot Ranch.
Congratulations to Marjorie Mallon!
Good job to all the participants!
Portuguese version: Primeiro amor