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New Beginnings…flash fiction

She had to work fast ‘cos it was now or never. Agatha felt a slight pang of guilt at what she was about to do, but her resolve hardened at the thought of freedom and new beginnings.

Finally, she would escape Simon’s pimping clutches. With her mind on the dream of a whole new life and personae, some money in the bank and a new home in a city where no one knew her or her sordid past, she stuck the feathered note under the lapel of his jacket as instructed. The agents have enough evidence of his drug runs, human trafficking, and organ harvesting to put him away for a very long time.

Generously helping herself to the stash of cash in the wardrobe, she adjusted her Spanx, joined the men in the smoke-filled living room and waited.



Written in response to the FFAW photo prompt above. Thank you, Raymond, for the photo and PJ for hosting. 

Short Stories

Stretched Part 2 – Friday Fiction in Five Sentences

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She was almost convinced that the Reverend’s sermon on giving up one’s sins was directed at her; a Church service had never left her literally feeling the heat of the brimstone.

Heaving a sigh of relief at the end of mass she rushed to the bus-stop and boarded the city bus back home, tussling in her mind whether to continue going to Church or to give it a break for a while.

As the bus wove its way through the city, the first message came in.

Beads of sweat popped out on her forehead, her heart accelerated and she developed an urgent need to use the toilet when she stared at the undeniable photo of her finagling money from the Church till.

Every hour that passed was a stab of fear; messages promptly came in from the unknown number at the turn of each hour.

Stretched Part 1

© Jacqueline

Short Stories

The Time…Friday Fiction in Five Sentences

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He could recreate her routine to the last second, sometimes he watched and silently willed her to break it, but like clockwork, she kept to her schedule of little things.

At precisely 4.15, she would come in, a creature of habit, she loved to sit in the same chair and the quieter corner behind the shelf with Art on a bold plaque pinned to its side.

She would plug in her laptop, put on her headphones, hum and move to the soundless music as she happily chomped on Twizzlers and tapped away rhythmically on her Toshiba laptop.

At 6.30 she would rise, stretch her taut limbs that bordered on thin, go for a restroom break and return with her lips glistening pink from gloss, a powdered face and a cup of decaf from the vending machine.

Now it’s 5 minutes to 8, he watched her pack up her things, in less than two minutes she would take the stairs two at a time, sadly, she seemed happy today, it was time, so he followed behind.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


Friday Fiction in Five Sentences

In Suspense – Friday Fiction In Five Sentences.

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Silently, he listened to her hum happily, watching as she busied herself in front of the mirror, getting ready to go to work.

He knew she hadn’t heard of Elaine’s death and wondered what her reaction would be?

He had no words to express how sorry he felt that it had come to this, it had only started out as fun and he knew that the next couple of days may possibly change their lives forever.

He doubted that their marriage of twelve years would survive it. He would probably end up in prison if any evidence leads back to him.

The entire suspense made him sick to the pit of his stomach, he wasn’t sure again that he hadn’t left incriminating tell-tale marks.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Fear….Friday Fiction In Five Sentences.

It was an ugly Winter night!

Anna couldn’t believe the sheer horror of what he planned.

The winds howled and it stormed all night long, that to escape was not an easy feat.

Yet, she decided to flee into the wild night and take her chances, but she fell halfway.

In a slow motion, it all shattered as he descended on her.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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