Good Little Girl, a Flash Fiction #amwriting

This is the first time since I’ve been doing Friday Fictioneers that I’ve missed multiple ones. It feels so good to be back…although I do miss vacation. πŸ™‚

And what about this wonderful picture makes me think: murder?


Oh, I just saw the picture credit…that must have been subliminal knowing on my part. πŸ˜‰

Good Little Girl (100 words)

The residence is so deceptively charming, much like its owner: all panache, little substance.

Drake insisted I stay at the station, but I wanted to be the one to snap the cuffs on Welch’s wrists. Welch had wanted to do that to me, make me one of his submissives—as if. He wanted an entire legion of good little girls. I was never, and will never be, anyone’s good little girl.

When no one answers, we barge in. A familiar coppery odor hangs heavy.

I guess I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to be his good little girl.


Sascha Darlington

39 thoughts on “Good Little Girl, a Flash Fiction #amwriting

  1. By police procedure she ought not to be involved. But then, how would she confess to her colleagues she’d played with Welch? I wasn’t entirely sure whether the corpse was Welch or his victim

    1. I guess I was imagining her in an undercover capacity. I wonder how if I would have done it differently if she was almost one of his victims.
      Thanks, Neil! πŸ™‚

  2. I like that the police officer had been previously associated with Welch. That should be a dilemma for her, if she cares about PACE (Police and Criminal Evidence act), but you make it clear that the desire for revenge burns strong in her. Lots of backstory for us to imagine in this piece!
    btw In the last line should it be “didn’t” rather than “did”?

    1. Thanks, Penny. I was imagining a scenario in which she was an undercover vice detective. I must say that the idea of having him be from her past would be intriguing.
      And, yes, thanks for the catch….unless it was Freudian. ha. πŸ™‚

  3. That coppery odor told the tale. If it was “heavy”, the scene must have been brutal. The girl went wild and meant business. A good story well written, Sascha. —- Suzanne

  4. What is it about that picture that made so many of us jump to death? At least it’s someone else’s fictional deaths and not our own.

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