Flash Friday Fiction – We All Have Our Roles To Play

Typhoon Maid Thursday. CC photo by Shuji Moriwaki.
Typhoon Maid Thursday. CC photo by Shuji Moriwaki.

We All Have Our Roles To Play -158 words

This is my punishment, she said, for sleeping with the French maid. I have to wear this costume and stand here for eight hours. God, I had no idea how much high heels hurt! I’m rather digging the stockings, though; I always did think I had nice calves.

The gas mask is to show how noxious my behavior was. Whatever. I can’t think of anything more toxic than our non-relationship itself.

The rope is in case I feel like ending it all, she said, a smirk playing across her lips. I don’t think I’ll need it, though: the sheer embarrassment might be enough to cause my death. Maybe I should just bash my head against those rocks.

I’m not even doing this because I love her. I don’t. I never have. But her daddy pays the bills. Her daddy hires the help. Her daddy is in love with me. And he’s promised me a Swedish nanny next time.


This was actually for LAST week’s Flash Friday Fiction contest, but my website was down at the time and I couldn’t post it.  I had to drum up a 150 (+/-10) word story based on this photo prompt. Oh, and I had to include a death. I opted for humor over tragedy; what do you think of my result? 

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