Rochelle and Crisha were good-time girls, and even they needed funding. When a mysterious woman offered them £10,000 for stealing some jewelry at a dusty museum, the girls agreed immediately.
The museum had the display beneath loose glass cases. Rochelle and Crisha were to distract the security guard and take the jewelry, hiding it in their bodies in condoms. Next, they would deliver it to the house at the top of the hill. If they got there in time, they got the cash.
The girls worked well together. They stuffed the gold into the condoms and quickly inserted them into their bodies.
Meanwhile, George refitted the brakes in Rochelle's car. Worn and tired, the brakes were useless. Perfect, thought Ruth.
She watched them sneaking out of the museum and jumping into the car.
"11 minutes!"
"Get a move on then!"
Rochelle sped as she drove the winding road to the mansion. Rochelle put her foot down, expecting the car to slow at the bend. Instead, it instantly flew off the hill's edge, killing the two women.
Ruth wandered over and removed the junk jewelry from the bodies. Worthless.
Ruth laughed creepily. After all, they had tried to steal her man!
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Ruth Stewart
Never one to do one thing at a time, I'm currently writing a horror novel and a book of poetry for the daughters of narcissists. Come back soon for a link to be included in all my news, on Vocal and elsewhere. I'd love to get to know you!
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Deserved
Whack! I am guilty, worthless. The cane came down across my seven-year-old ribs, pain ripping through me. I'd given Nanny a cold. I didn't mean to! Mum said I shouldn't hug her, but Nanny said she didn't care. Nanny hugs were the only ones I got. So, yes, I did deserve it, the punches and the kicks. The beating from the bamboo cane. The insults and the pain. Worthlessness again.
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The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
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Comments (9)
I love a revenge story!
This is a lovely bit of storytelling and plenty of twists and turns to keep us all guessing. Thoroughly good stuff all round. Glad you pursued writing a second part too!
Well hot damn! Go Ruth! This was a GREAT story. All twisty and turny in exactly the right places, well done :)
Ooooh twisty twisty! Really good 😁
Oh, great twist. Well done.
Fabulous story & twist at the end!!! Loved it!!!💖💖💕
An awesome piece of microfiction!
Revenge is such a sweet dish. Don’t mess with someone’s honey pot! Great story Ruth
I'm sensing a theme on Vocal lately. Ladies and revenge. LOL great story, Ruth!