Member-only story
Flash Fiction
I don’t want to, but I have to. Look at her. Look at that face, that tight ass, No bra, I can almost see her nipples. I stop looking. I must ignore her. Need to appear oblivious.
She’s coming over to the snack table. I’d better not stand here. I’ll move to the other side of the room.
Earlier, I overheard someone say the woman’s name. I need to get her address. With all the talk about the Exsanguination Killer, it’s doubtful she’ll be anywhere alone — until she’s home and thinks she’s safe.
Good, here comes my wife with the kids. Perfect timing.
They’re presenting my award. Humanitarian of the year; that’s a laugh.
I tell the director I need to stash my trophy in the office. The woman’s address is easy to find. And there’s no connection to me, whatever.
I write it on a small piece of paper and roll it up.
Here comes my wife. I slip the paper into her hand. “I’ll take the kids home, honey, but please, my love, make this the last one.”
