Flash Fiction Friday 2023 – Week 47

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A Threat

Richard was still new to the world of corporate business but he recognized a threat when he heard one. He knew very well what his host meant when she said he should do the smart thing.

“I’m doing that right now,” he said, sipping a glass of whisky.

Victoria Benson, the CEO of the company he worked for, crossed her legs under the crystal table and lit a cigarette, saying,

“And why do you think that coming into my office to essentially blackmail me and the firm is in any way a smart course of action?”

“I’m not blackmailing anyone. This is just a friendly conversation, Ms. Benson. Surely you can’t expect me to forget what I saw.”

“Why not? People forget things all the time,” the shrewd businesswoman said “If you were to do it voluntarily, it would save everyone a lot of trouble, especially you.”

(…)

Let Me Tell You a Story

Let me tell you a story, a fairy tale if you will. Like all good fairy tales, this one should start with the words “once upon a time” but even though they’re not at the very beginning, you can always pretend that they are or simply ignore this first paragraph and start from the next. Are you ready? One, two, three…

Once upon a time, there was a man who lived in a faraway land. He was a nice man, and a lonely one, too. He spent most of his days dreaming of the perfect woman he was to marry with. He desperately wanted to love her and be loved but, most importantly, he wanted to please her, and live for her satisfaction, always doing the things she wanted to do and sacrificing everything he had to make sure she was always satisfied. The man didn’t know it yet but he was submissive and nothing in his life made sense without women. They were everything to him and the one he dreamed of was the fairest of them all.

(…)

Not That Special

Jenna was one of the most beautiful women to have ever walked the face of the Earth. Everything about her had been perfectly designed to attract the male gaze and seduce it into compliance. Her eyes, her golden hair, her legs, her juicy breasts… the combination was deliciously tantalizing and she couldn’t get enough of using every asset at her disposal to get what she wanted. Rich guys were the best, of course, because she could control their wallets as well to fund an extravagant lifestyle, but there was something special about the poor and meek, the humble guys in the corner who knew she was out of their league. It was always amazing to play the fool and get them to trust her only to enslave them with her booted feet or her delicious shiny latex ass.

Craig knew what she was. It was hard not considering the way she moved and talked. She was a good actress but not a perfect one and he wasn’t as simple as she thought. Countless vixens had tried to seduce him in the past and they all had failed. She would be no different.

(…)

We Give Thanks

Daniel hated going back to his hometown for Thanksgiving but staying in his old house for two days and two nights was even worse. Every time he climbed the creaky stairs that led to his bedroom, he was reminded of the strange things that had taken place there. As a child, he often heard voices and other strange sounds when everyone else was asleep, and saw a vaporous figure hovering over his bed. Both his parents and older siblings dismissed his fears as ramblings of a hyperactive child’s imagination, but he knew better. There was something inhuman living in that house and it had taken a shine to him. He always expected it to attack him in his sleep but it never happened. It just looked at him and, sometimes, appeared to smile.

As he grew older, Daniel stopped seeing the apparition as often yet he still remained vigilant. It was already hard enough to connect with the living, so why would he want anything to do with the dead?

(…)

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