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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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.
The comments on this one are fun, guessing games.
Hmmmm …. no clue, well .. except it’s not Santa.
Indeed, not Santa
I knew I was right!
Who was he? Ackkkk leave us in the lurch, why don’t you?! Ackkk
Yep, lurch is the right word on this one.
A good author always leaves their reader with a question. You are dealing with a real life topic here.
Mostly real life at least.
He has been at that liquorice jar again 🙂
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 🙂
Your flashes are more
exciting every time I read them 🙂
Andro xxxx
Ah, you and Tom are of a mind with the Zombie finish. Is it a man thing?
No it is definitely a Zombie thing 🙂 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 🙂 🙂
Be good this evening, or else? 😉
Andro xxxx
He is not the husband. He is the winner of the fight WITH her husband.
*evil wicked grins*
That is another possibility, works well doesn’t it.
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.
Ok Val
I like your ending very much.
Y ending is that there was a zombie outbreak and he got infected you know head to the side, black teeth it fits. I will figure all this out soon enough.
I like your ending just as much as any ending. It works quite well.
Wonderful. Again. My vote is for same husband, but a different Friday night story. Thanks for this.
I suspect you are right, knowing the mind of the writer.
It’s always good to hang out with people “in the know”!
so……… I want to know what happens next!
It is a mystery, it is a question.
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 😉 )
So many questions, so many considerations. Terrible creatures those drunkards.
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.
Hmm, good question. One we must ponder. Fright Night? Black teeth, head lolling could it be something / someone altogether different?
A question which must remain unanswered I am afraid.
Zombies!!!!!!!!!!
Crap I did not mean to blurt it out. Sorry Val.
Maybe, or maybe not her husband at all .. hmmm
I’m staying with zombies
I’d like to know who he is too and if she left the door unlocked, why?
Well the normal would have been the husband, this one though hmmmm. We all want to know, husband or some creature of nightmares.
This is a fine t.w.i.s.t., yet again, Valentine. Didn’t see that coming. I like how you think. Fabulous flash.
You know, I am twisted and terrible. Our fiction a reflection or our daily lives me thinks.