Fiction · Short Stories

Racy Mistress…

Pictures slipped out of the FedEx package onto the floor as Nicole sank into the armchair to read the letter again.

Her mouth rounded in an o of surprise. She just inherited a house from auntie Suzie, according to the estate lawyer McGulligans’.

She picked up the pictures and studied the charming looking house on the grounds of a large acreage.

A lot of mystery shrouded aunt Suzie. Nicole barely knew her. All she knew was that they shared the same red hair while her parents and brother had jet-black hair.

She recalled hazy little bits of family whispers about her. She was the black sheep of her maternal side.

Nicole remembered her fascination with the exotic looking lady the only time she visited and the ensuing heated argument.

The words ‘No you can’t! Racy mistress,’ had been repeated. Mother had been in tears, gran had been upset and auntie Suze smoked her slim cigarette despite Grandma’s frown at her.

Why would she leave the house to her and not her brother? Nicole’s curiosity was piqued. Travelling to Dublin will probably provide the answers to the puzzle.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Fiction · Short Stories

The Hired Killer….

The more he surreptitiously watched Juliana the more his cold killer’s heart grew warmer. He couldn’t bring himself to do it.

This would be one of the easiest job that he has to pull off; just a hard jolt and she goes tumbling into the ravine, but the beautiful unassuming woman’s affectations captivated him.

Mark had painted her to be a spoilt heiress, yet the arresting pair of eye’s, sweet looking freckled face of hers and her demeanour when he had deliberately approached her, depicted none of that.

He liked to observe his targets before choosing the best way to execute his contract and in the past days of trailing Julie, the more he looked at her the more he looked forward to seeing her.

The way she gnawed her lips as she carefully touched statues on display caused his lower muscles to contract in anticipation.
He wanted to be the statues.

Julio wanted Juliana for himself and recognized  his desire to protect her.

He decided to call off the job and get to the bottom of the puzzle.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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In response to the FFAW photo prompt above from beautiful Louise. Thank you Priceless Joy for this enchanting story platform