Serenity

She sighed as she took another sip of her drink her eyes ever so often traveling towards the sun-soaked beach. Giving herself a mental shake, she sighed again. Her eyes drifted towards the decorated clock on the wall. He should’ve been here minutes ago, he’d pay for that, oh he would.

She drifted away again, turning those thoughts away from her mind. Lost in her refreshing drink, she began to imagine all sorts of wonderful things, her eyes traveling outside every once a while.

So lost she was into her own world that she did not see, nor hear a man approaching her.

“Um, miss…” She turned her head towards the relatively overweight man, slowly, purposefully and gave him a once over. He face was strained, his body shaking, and he was sweating, a lot.

She smiled as she gestured over him to sit down. “Well, Mr. Smith, I’m glad you finally showed up.”

His excuses did not interest her. She sat her glass down, a predatory smile on her face. He shivered as she spoke. “We shall talk about your tardiness later. Now, let’s get down to business…”

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Word Count: 189

Written as a response to Sunday Photo Prompt, hosted by the lovely Susan. To read other stories from the same prompt, click here.

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Choice

tltweek124

One door leads to paradise, the other to the netherworld. Fiery realms of hell, and eternal peace of heaven. Choose your path clearly, but remember you grow only when you’re faced with difficulty, only when you’re rooted.


Written as a response to Three Line Tales, Week 124. Photo by Luis Alfonso Orellana via Unsplash.

Rush

She quickened her pace, her body appeared a blur as she shot past the empty corridor. She wasn’t late, but she wasn’t early either, a fact that was causing her undue stress. In this world, slow and steady never win anything.

Written for week 114 of Three line Tales, hosted by Sonya. Check it out here.