Flash fiction one

Emily’s revenge

 

She stood gazing out of the window, her mind remembering when they were happy.  Her knees began to shake, a tear rolling down her cheek. Emily’s mind thought back to the summer two years previous, and the holiday they had, had in morocco. The love they had for each other, the feeling of content and happiness, and the moments of hot passion where they could not be separated. But her mind soon turned to rage and the reality of what he had done to her came flooding back. I don’t regret it at all she thought.

She stood looking at her blood stained hands, holding the knife she had used, but she wasn’t consumed with regret or the sudden realisation of what had happened, no, it was the worry of how she would get the blood out of her carpet.

After cleaning her hands for twenty minutes, she grabbed a large tin from her kitchen cupboard and strolled through to the hallway, I can’t believe he did this to me, and after 10 years of marriage! Emily knelt by the body and began to scrub vigorously. He was a useless husband anyway, always late, always lazy, always forgetting and lousy in bed!  After scrubbing the carpet, Emily strolled back into the kitchen to make herself (in her mind) a much needed hot brew, and took her usual spot at the kitchen table.

She looked back at the dead body of her husband and thought I hope she was worth it!

 

Word count: 250