Flash: Scurvy

Friday nights were always the same, he dragged in stinking of beer, she expected it even left the porch light on too prevent falls. He was an easy drunk, never making it down the hall instead passing out on the floor where she would throw a blanket over him after the requisite 20-minute wait time.

Tonight was different; she smelled the sour tang of blood and vomit as soon as the door opened. She heard him howling in pain. He stumbled into the bedroom, head lolling to the side, teeth blackened as if by scurvy, weeping.

Who was he?


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  1. Boy, talk about leaving us hanging! Though reading the comments here was just as fun as reading your flash in the pan story. I love all the guessing.

  2. Hmmmm …. no clue, well .. except it’s not Santa.

  3. Who was he? Ackkkk leave us in the lurch, why don’t you?! Ackkk

  4. A good author always leaves their reader with a question. You are dealing with a real life topic here.

  5. Gray Dawster says:

    He has been at that liquorice jar again πŸ™‚
    This is a good one Val, I suspect he could
    even be a straying zombie but don’t worry
    I am sending Fraz round with some traps πŸ™‚

    Your flashes are more
    exciting every time I read them πŸ™‚

    Andro xxxx

    • Ah, you and Tom are of a mind with the Zombie finish. Is it a man thing?

      • Gray Dawster says:

        No it is definitely a Zombie thing πŸ™‚ lol
        I know another thing too, your flashes
        are always brilliantly thought out and
        exciting to read, those quarterly books
        are going to sell like hot cakes with all
        of your fine offerings in them πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

        Be good this evening, or else? πŸ˜‰

        Andro xxxx

  6. He is not the husband. He is the winner of the fight WITH her husband.
    *evil wicked grins*

  7. Val
    How long are you planning to stay in character with your hmmmmms and your wells. You are being very aloof Val. Your blog your rules I get that. :). I will be around just waiting, but don’t let it bother you that I am climbing the walls or that my health may be hanging on the balance over this. Just take your time.

    • Tom, the intent is of this particular story is to allow the reader to make up the end. It is a story that keeps giving.

      I can’t tell you the end, the end really is the question. For me the end is, that is her husband changed by to much for to long. Now she must deal with her willingness to allow his bad behavior for so many Friday nights. This is the ugly outcome.

  8. Wonderful. Again. My vote is for same husband, but a different Friday night story. Thanks for this.

  9. so……… I want to know what happens next!

  10. oh my, but was she shocked or hoping one of these days miserable creature falls in a deep pit where he belongs ( I am this sweet πŸ˜‰ )

  11. Val is this a riddle when you ask who is he is he. Or has her husband got in a bar fight and is now unrecognizable to her.

  12. I’d like to know who he is too and if she left the door unlocked, why?

  13. This is a fine t.w.i.s.t., yet again, Valentine. Didn’t see that coming. I like how you think. Fabulous flash.

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