Lucy couldn't help wondering if a third of a bullet would kill. That would save her having to chose who would die. She stared at the newspaper lying in front of her. Now or never. The words began to swim around in her mind, the letters kaleidoscoping, creating in her mind new forms but always coming back to that law inscribed in stone which was to govern her day. She'd never been one to set much store in horoscopes, but today was different. Today, it spoke to her heart, urging her to action. The toss of the coin confirmed what she had to do.

The strains of Dany Boy poured out from the loudspeakers above the bookcase. Her eyes rested on Luke's photo, cropped into the top of her mirror. Those sparkling eyes which had sent her such a clear message. How she'd wanted to believe it was meant for her; the champagne of her heart overflowing when she'd realised, it was. The unbound joy as they whirled together across the floor gave way yet again to the letters swirling around before yet again settling on their final absolute form: Now or never. There was no escape.

That grasping bitch, Julie! Why couldn't she keep her hands to herself? What right had she to steal Luke from him? Now she would pay. Finding her would be easy. They'd be at tonight's ball. Where Lucy should have been... in his arms.

She studied the gun in her hand. "A lady's gun...," that's what the man had said. She was glad, he'd asked no questions. But she had just one bullet. "Luke! Live or die? The one bullet decides."

She lifted the gun towards the photo, took aim... and squeezed. There was a shattering of glass as the mirror disintegrated into a profusion of words spewing forth from his lips... worthless words, as unfaithful as his own.


It is good to read someone with a great writing talent. There is a lot to learn from this piece.
"the champagne of her heart overflowing" - what a brilliant image

9 July 2010 at 15:54  

The opening two sentences were very intriguing, setting up the rest of the story. I certainly began to wonder what 3 people were on her hit list...and even had to get to the end to know the full story. Good work.

9 July 2010 at 23:33  

A perfectly crafted piece of Flash Fiction this. Mind you Lucy does seems to have a screw loose ... but please don't tell her I said that.

10 July 2010 at 01:42  

So she metaphorically killed him?

10 July 2010 at 02:36  

Hey, she can always go out and buy more bullets, right? Although, metaphorically killing him, as John said, is probably cathartic in a healthier way.

10 July 2010 at 04:08  

The setup was excellent, by the end I expected her to stride off to the ball and kill him in cold blood. The restraint she showed in only killing his photo was brilliant. Emotional enough to kill, in a metaphorical sense.

Well done

10 July 2010 at 17:15  

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