Digital Revenge
Micro fiction
‘Make me unrecognizable,’ she said.
Leon stared at her, motionless, fighting back tears. Hazel approached him and placed one elegant hand on his cheek.
‘It’s okay. Really,’ she said, ‘I’ll still be me. And you’ll make me beautiful; I know you will.’ She kissed him, with a slow, lingering gesture. 'I'm with the best surgeon.'
Leon led her through a door at the far end of his office and Hazel flinched, blinking at the incandescent lights that lit up the tools on a silver tray. A smell of disinfectant made her nauseous.
Earlier that morning she’d woken aboard a luxury yacht and disentangled herself from her boss, also her lover, fiancé, Mr. ‘police on payroll baby’.
Passwords memorised, Hazel took one final glance at his handsome features, and stepped out onto a polished deck.
She noticed how the sun appeared to scatter diamonds over the sea. They bobbed on the ripples, enticing.
Soon, she thought.
A black limo met her at the end of the jetty and she climbed in, opening her laptop. After entering various codes, the words Transfer $75,000,000,000 now, flashed up. An image of her brother, in police uniform, covered in blood, flooded her mind.
She pressed.
About the Creator
Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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Comments (3)
Oooo. That was one bite-sized salacious feast! Nice and moreish!
I like that Miros force us to make a point clearly and concisely. They are so simple. Not easier to write, but simple. This is a great one! Simple yet so much said.
I liked this, easy to follow even with fewer words