A few bits of Flash Fiction fun

This page includes some random pieces of writing created just for fun. No restrictions on word count or format … just going with the flow:

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FUR COATED BERLUGA

They breezed in from the East and slumped down at the next table. The beluga had clearly made his money from the rich Russian oil fields and was content that his wealth afforded such an arm ornament as his partner; Although to say she was, his partner was more than likely raising her standing beyond her stature as, to coin a phrase my dear old mum used to say about such women, ‘She was all fur coat and no knickers.’

She was quite the polar opposite of the beluga. She was curvaceous and caked in make-up embellishing her long blonde hair, extended lashes and plumped botoxed lips in an attempt to keep such a spending opportunity. Her tight-fitting clothes were deliberately bought and worn to meet with her beluga’s approval. They showed off her figure for all to see, but for him to own.

They spent the next twenty minutes all but ignoring each other’s existences; both at the same table physically, yet mentally elsewhere, browsing the internet and social media via their respective expensive mobile phones. This ignorance was interspersed with occasional trips to the hotel food presentation areas to select yet more distractions from the other’s current existence.

Little to no conversation passed their lips, and each was happy with this arrangement. The beluga simply wanted his trophy partner to be displayed for others to see and hopefully be in awe of his prowess at landing such a prize while his trophy was content to live a blissful spend thrift free life.

Before long, with food options and stomach space depleted, they played out a subconsciously agreed upon departure routine. The trophy sashayed towards the door, head held high, while the beluga attained lock step by her side placing his arm around her waist maintaining his ownership status. Continually made self-confidence glances to the other dinner guests, ensured the beluga’s position of dominance, or at least that is how the perception played out in his head. Then they were gone. Talked about, but not forgotten.

(337 Words)

CAFFEINATED

“Now then Mr Venti. In your own words. Tell us about the day in question.”

“Just to be clear, Sergeant. For the record. You can’t try me for the same crime I was acquitted for six years ago, can you?”

Sergeant Flint paused.

“That is correct, Mr Venti. Please. Continue.”

Victor Venti smiled.

“Well. You see.

A Week before the day in question, my wife and I were on holiday at the beach.

I’d been trying to get into a book.

Vera asked me if I wanted a latte.

I said ‘No’ and continued to the next paragraph.

A minute later she asked me again. ‘Would I like a latte?’

Of course, nothing had changed, so my reply remained the same. ‘No.’

I tried to refocus on my book.

Moments later she asked again if I would like a latte. I looked her right in the eyes and resolutely repeated my answer. ‘No.’

When the waiter came along gathering drinks orders. She asked him if they did lattes. He had said ‘yes, of course.’ At which time she had turned to me a fourth time and asked if I wanted a latte. For the sake of peace and quiet, I said, ‘Yes.’ “

Victor took a sip from his cappuccino as he re-scanned the small, stark interview room.

“Please continue Mr Venti.”

“I decided there, and then, if I wanted any peace, I would have to do something about it.”

He smiled and looked directly into the Sergeant’s eyes.

“At the time, I was working on the gardens at the new housing estate off Park road. I’d suggest, if you’re looking for closure, Sergeant. You go and look at the unparalleled rhododendrons growing there. They were planted with a unique coffee ground mulch. “

Jack raised his mug of cappuccino and nodded his thanks to the Sergeant.

“To this day, Sergeant, I haven’t been able to drink another latte,” a wide grin spreading across his face.

The Sergeant stared at Mr Venti for a moment before pressing ‘Stop’ and saying, “Recording end at 7.51pm.”

(344 Words)