I drove home, but I shouldn’t have. I’d only taken a mouthful or two, but that wasn’t the problem.
I’d remembered the gloves while I prepared his glass. No touching!
I’d been careful about disposing of the packaging. Not there!
I’d waited, carefully, while the powder dissolved. Please! Not yet!
I’d flung my undrunk wine down the sink and stowed my glass in my handbag. Hide it!
I’d been careful.
I’d touched nothing without good reason. I hadn’t used the bathroom. I’d kept my hair wound tightly – but even if one had escaped, I could explain that, couldn’t I? Transfer from his jacket, or something? I’d barely breathed. I’d disturbed nothing.
But I’d had to hand him his wine. Gloves off.
And I’d wiped the glass afterwards. Hadn’t I?
I pictured it, on the railing of the sun-filled balcony, his cooling body on the ground.
And all I could see was distortion, whorls and smudges, and what remained of me.
This week’s Flash Friday competition marks the beginning of its third year – can you believe it? – and my first one as a Dragon Captain, or one half of a judging team. This isn’t one of my judging weeks, though, so I’m assured I can take part! The dragon’s bidding element has been removed, so all the competitors have to go on is the image prompt, above, and the stipulation that the story fits neatly and perfectly into 160 words.
So, the effort above is what I came up with. I’m not sure it’s going to cut the mustard, but even if it doesn’t, I’m glad to have dragged my scattered brain into some sort of shape this morning and made a story out of what I found. Is this the week you’re finally going to give it a whirl? Go on! Tell ’em I sent ya.