One Woman's Satisfaction

(A Flash Fiction Contest Entry, once again I didn't win, but I do like this one.)


She was flushed, hot with anticipation.  This secret tryst had been a long time coming, and everything had to be just right.

The windows were slightly open, the scents of fresh hay mingling with the vanilla and lavender from the candle.

The deep red sheets trimmed in gold were turned down ever so perfectly.  The pillows with their scented feathers propped up perfectly, she surveyed it all with a look of satisfaction.  Months of planning so they could be together would come to a climax tonight.  He'd sacrificed everything to be with her tonight; there was no going back.

Tires crunch on the gravel outside, his car almost silent as he arrives. Her heart skips a beat; soon he would be here.  She cautiously slips herself under the silk sheets, artfully draping them so his imagination would have to do all the work.

There.  She saw the knob turn.  Her heart speeds up, thundering in her breast, her breathing  becomes shallow as she watches the door ease open.

“Sarah? My heart?”  He peers into the candlelit room.

“Over here darling.”  Her husky voice is throaty, breathless.

Finally he sees her.  With a grin he steps closer, swiftly removing his clothing, slipping under the sheets with her.

He feels her jeans against his leg, and then the cold point of the knife as she slips it between his ribs twisting it as he gasps.

His pain and confusion show on his face.

“Remember I said you'd pay for leaving me for her?"  She slides out of the bed, surveying the room one last time.  Certain that nothing will lead back to her, she walks out leaving the cooling corpse behind her.