Bullets, Blades, and High Heels
By Phil Gerraud
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* Suspense * Mystery * Gore * Bizarre * Grotesque *
A collection of flash pulp fiction stories which blend suspense, mystery, crime, and even action, with a shot of dark humour …
A young lady prefers her tea dark and strong, but why does it taste much sweeter today?
A penniless private investigator is hired by a knockout in red, but is he truly aware of what he has to deal with?
A dispirited poet whiles away his nights at a solitary drinking den, but tonight he is in for a hell-raising surprise.
A stranger's bet must never be accepted even though it looks like a tantalising, sure-fire win.
A woman's name always hides a lot of secrets.
Even a heavenly picnic has its hellish drawbacks.
And more, much more … A whirlpool of riveting flash fiction.
*** Each story is between 450 and 2500 words long. This book is about 12,900 words long. ***
Phil Gerraud
Phil Gerraud was born in southern England. He lives on the Continent now, where he works as an English teacher. Visit www.philgerraud.com Twitter: twitter.com/philgerraud Facebook: www.facebook.com/PhilGerraudAuthor
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Bullets, Blades, and High Heels - Phil Gerraud
After a Heavy Snowfall
She takes a quick shower, brushes her long black hair, puts on her make-up—just a little, though—and she walks to the window. For a moment she once again sees droves of children scampering around the streets on their holidays when the schools were shut, or playing football from pavement to pavement, challenging the few cars parked there. She stirs and the scene soon changes; she realises everything has become white outside. It is late autumn, but it has snowed all night. She is not familiar at all with this natural magic. She had always lived elsewhere, where snowfall had been only an improbable dream. Strangely, the fact she is no longer living where she used to comes to her now as a renewed revelation, although she had moved here several months ago. She now resides in this small town in the south of England, and she is where her heart has led her. She sighs and dashes downstairs, the wooden steps creaking as she runs. She puts on her boots, coat, woollen cap, scarf, and gloves, and out she rushes. She had received a text message earlier that morning.
After a heavy snowfall, the world is different. Ghostly. Eerie. There are only a few people around. She strides across a vast square, heading for Costa Coffee. She enters the café, and it is warm inside. Someone is expecting her, sitting at a corner table. He wanted to see her. He said he would have to talk to her. She walks over to him. He looks up at her and winks. She takes off her gloves, scarf, and cap, places them on the table, and sits down without saying a word of greeting. A mug of smoking black tea is ready there for her.
I ordered your favourite tea,
he says. I knew you’d be punctual.
I always am,
she says. Her eyes are fiery because of the frosty early morning air.
I’m surprised you agreed to see me.
I had to.
I know I disappointed you, and I’m sorry,
he says. You moved here because of me. But things have never been all right between us, after all. These past few days away from you, after our umpteenth row, have made me understand one thing: we are too different. That’s a fact.
What do you mean to do?
she asks, clasping the mug of hot tea, as if to warm her hands.
I’m going to leave you for ever.
I appreciate your honesty,
she tells him, lowering her gaze and watching the steam rising from her tea. Actually, I’d already decided you had to go.
A scornful look appears on his face. You don’t accept defeat, do you?
I never lose,
she says, raising her eyes and peering at him.
A blonde has defeated you this time. I love her.
A painful frown wrinkles her forehead. She’s a fake blonde, and you know it.
He smiles and shrugs. He makes as if to stand up and leave.
Hold on,
she says, before he gets up. I’m only angry with myself. You don’t even deserve my anger. I still don’t understand why I thought I could love a guy like you—someone who falls for a slut who tampers with nature.
His mouth opens, but she does not let him retort. Her right hand crawls down and pulls a microscopic revolver out of her coat pocket. Almost a toy. His eyes snap open in disbelief. The shot is no louder than a child’s cough. One of his eyes blows apart, while the other’s stare remains glued on her. His brain has not yet realised it is dead, and so for a moment he keeps gawking at her. A second later, he thumps down head first on the table. She slides the revolver back in her pocket and takes up her mug before the stream of blood oozing from his now-vacant eye socket touches it. Her tea is still hot. She does not hear the people screaming around her. It is a perfect early morning