Chuck Wendig challenged us to write a flash fiction piece of 1,000 words or less that must include the following words (figure, dusk, flirt, mobile phone, wig). You can get to Chuck’s blog via my blogroll.
Here is my entry into the challenge:
Maybe Next Month Will Be Worse
As dusk set in she tried to start the car one more time. She then pulled out her mobile in hope she might get a signal this time. She grabbed her bag and got out of the car. This was not her month.
She caught her boyfriend Hugh in bed with his personal assistant three weeks ago, his PA was called Tony and she had to admit he was gorgeous. She moved her things out of their flat the next morning. To make matters worse she no longer had a job. She was a partner at Hugh’s father’s firm. When word got out the two had split, it was decided it would be best if she left. She quietly obliged. She was now living out of suitcases and sleeping on her sister Lucy’s flea infested couch.
Last night, Lucy forced her to go on a girl’s night out to try to get her mind off of her situation. Lucy had kindly treated her to a makeover at Luella’s Snip and Clip. The result was the loss of a big clump of hair right at the front of her head. Lucy then remedied that situation by handing her a bleach blond wig from her Marilyn Monroe costume last Halloween.
When they reached the hick bar she was in a foul mood. She had slammed two large cocktails in less than ten minutes before switching to whiskey straight up. She had very little control of herself when she began to flirt with a tall blond cowboy type called Mark.
“What does a big strong guy like you do for a living Mark?”
“I am a hunter.” He teased.
Just before lunchtime she jilted awake by the sound of the phone. “Heather? Its Mark, I’m checking to see if we’re still on for dinner at Al’s tonight.” She couldn’t help but think who the hell is Mark? Then a vague memory of a muscle stretched plaid shirt came flooding back to her and she smiled a bit.
“That sounds great.” She urgently needed to get to the bathroom.
“Is six okay?” He sounded so sober. How was that possible?
“Yeah.” She hung up and made it as far as the waste paper basket in the corner of the room.
Now she was stuck walking down this desolate road in Louis Vuitton heels. She’d never been cut out for country life. That’s why she chose a college in the city and had never returned to this damn town until now.
She had walked for about twenty minutes when she spotted the figure illuminated by the growing moon up ahead of her. She knew there was a house not much further down the road. Perhaps this person lived there and would let her use the phone.
She called out to the person who appeared slightly hunched over. ”Can you help me please?”
She had nearly reached him when he collapsed on the road. Oh great she thought just my luck my rescuer needs rescuing. She took off her shoes and ran towards the person who was now convulsing on the road.
She rolled him over. His face had a few deformities. His chin jutted out and his brow bone furled into one large ridge that hung heavy over his eyes. Inbreeding was always rampant in these parts she thought. A gurgling sound rose from his throat. “Don’t worry I will get you help.” She pulled out her phone, still no signal. She decided her best bet was to run towards the house.
As she reached the driveway the house looked dark, she worried nobody was home. It was worth a try though. She heard a noise on the crushed stones behind her. As the hairs on her body stood on end, instinct told her to be afraid. She pounded the door, the catch released and she launched forward into the entry hall. She heard the vicious snarl of a dog out on the drive and slammed the door shut behind her.
Clearly nobody was home and she didn’t fancy going back outside to risk being mauled by that dog. She knew she was breaking the law but figured she would phone an ambulance and then Lucy and be out of there within a few minutes. She tried to relax and searched for the light. As she felt along the wall near the door she found the switch but when she flicked it the hall remained dark.
From the moonlight filtering through the windows behind her she could see there were two rooms off the hall she guessed that the second might be the kitchen. She slowly turned the knob and entered the room. The smell of rotting meat wafted up her nose. She fought to hold her stomach contents in.
She‘d lost all hope of getting help from here now but how would she get past the dog? Perhaps the rotten meat smell would lure it in the house. She left the kitchen and front doors open and ran. She was nearly to the road when claws tore at the flesh of her legs. She twisted to break free but the weight of the beast was on her. Terror struck her. The sound of the gunshot was the last thing she remembered.
She opened her eyes. The room was too bright. Her body screamed out in pain. She looked up into Mark’s blue eyes.
Lucy was at her other side sobbing. “Oh thank goodness you’re awake. When Mark phoned to see why you hadn’t shown up, I got so worried.” After a few more moments of gushing she left to get the nurse.
She turned to Mark, he wore a police uniform. “I thought you were a hunter.” She tried to smile. “What happened to me?” The details were sketchy.
“You were nearly killed by a serial killer and are lucky to be alive.” His serious face lightened, “but the whole ordeal has turned your hair brown.”
She remembered the ridiculous wig and laughed.