| Horror and Thriller Fiction posted June 12, 2018 |
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Flash fiction under 500 words.
What's a Girl to Do?
by frogbook
The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
How was I to know the hand raising outside the shower curtain held a red rose? You never know what's out there, and if you don't believe me ask Janet Leigh! Well, I guess you can't do that because she's dead, but you know what I mean.
My husband knew that ever since I watched Psycho, back in the, what, nineteen-sixties, I suppose, I've had a knife at the ready there on the shower ledge. No crazy man was gonna get the drop on me.
Problem bein', I reckon, I forgot to tell my new beau.
O.M.G., what a mess, and me just outta the shower. I'm guessin' by the time I'm done, I'll be back in there again. I had to pick the hottest night of the summer for this.
I rolled the old boy up in a carpet that I was ready to get rid of, and cleaned up all the blood. For a skinny guy, he had a lot. I was sweatin' by the time that floor was white again.
Bein' a good-sized woman (the skinny ones always like me for some reason), I didn't have much of a time haulin' the old boy. It was when I got to the cellar that I had a problem. Good Lord, it's only a crawl space, only so much room. I just gotta start remembering to tell these guys about comin' in when I'm in the shower.
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How was I to know the hand raising outside the shower curtain held a red rose? You never know what's out there, and if you don't believe me ask Janet Leigh! Well, I guess you can't do that because she's dead, but you know what I mean.
My husband knew that ever since I watched Psycho, back in the, what, nineteen-sixties, I suppose, I've had a knife at the ready there on the shower ledge. No crazy man was gonna get the drop on me.
Problem bein', I reckon, I forgot to tell my new beau.
O.M.G., what a mess, and me just outta the shower. I'm guessin' by the time I'm done, I'll be back in there again. I had to pick the hottest night of the summer for this.
I rolled the old boy up in a carpet that I was ready to get rid of, and cleaned up all the blood. For a skinny guy, he had a lot. I was sweatin' by the time that floor was white again.
Bein' a good-sized woman (the skinny ones always like me for some reason), I didn't have much of a time haulin' the old boy. It was when I got to the cellar that I had a problem. Good Lord, it's only a crawl space, only so much room. I just gotta start remembering to tell these guys about comin' in when I'm in the shower.
My husband knew that ever since I watched Psycho, back in the, what, nineteen-sixties, I suppose, I've had a knife at the ready there on the shower ledge. No crazy man was gonna get the drop on me.
Problem bein', I reckon, I forgot to tell my new beau.
O.M.G., what a mess, and me just outta the shower. I'm guessin' by the time I'm done, I'll be back in there again. I had to pick the hottest night of the summer for this.
I rolled the old boy up in a carpet that I was ready to get rid of, and cleaned up all the blood. For a skinny guy, he had a lot. I was sweatin' by the time that floor was white again.
Bein' a good-sized woman (the skinny ones always like me for some reason), I didn't have much of a time haulin' the old boy. It was when I got to the cellar that I had a problem. Good Lord, it's only a crawl space, only so much room. I just gotta start remembering to tell these guys about comin' in when I'm in the shower.
If you're not old enough, you might not know "Psycho," but if you are my age and don't, you've lived under a rock-haha.
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