Belinda knew why John needed her – he was past his prime, she was a companion.
John was kind. He talked with her, shared his dreams and disappointments. She hadn’t expected that, and something in her was responding. Was this love?
But Belinda also knew pain. John’s first love was with him still – Kate was not forgotten.
As Belinda descended the cellar steps, Kate looked blankly up at her. Belinda grasped and turned the control dial, increasing the voltage until a pungent odour reached her olfactory centre, and wisps of pale smoke leaked from Kate’s sockets.
Kate was a superseded model. Time to retire.
This story is for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly flash fiction challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.