Five Sentence Fiction – Malice
Swapped
He looked around the room with satisfaction, perfect with soft music, dim lights, and a red heart-shaped seat between I and U, to show her there were no hard feelings despite the separation. He couldn’t suppress a mischievous laugh.
She arrived on time, looked around, saw the arrangements, and responded to his invitation for the last dance.
He slowly steered her towards the seat and was about to make her sit when she quickly switched their position and forced him onto the seat.
Taken by surprise, he could not respond and went down the hole.
She stepped back, looking at the gap, and smiled scornfully as if all those years living with him had not taught her enough about him.
©2013 Indira Mukhopadhyay
Sharing Thoughts 
A Big Wow…loved the story
have a long list of people I want to see go down the hole lol….oh the wicked me..
love you Ma ❤
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Thanks Soma. Your wickedness is touching me or it was always there?
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Fantastic story, Indira. I’m happy for her. 👿
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Thanks for your lovely comment.
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You have to be careful…people get to know you after awhile.
Scott
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Good advice, thanks.
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Uh oh! We all think that we can hide ourselves from others, but….. Clever story!
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Thanks you liked it.
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Oh, I like this! This is one that leaves my mind reeling with what the back story was 🙂
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Thanks dear you liked it. I’m honoured.
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