Photo copyright – John Nixon
Midnight struck, and Cindy was heartbroken.
She’d done all a girl could do. She’d observed what he googled at work when he thought nobody was watching.
She’d followed him at a strategic distance on weekends.
She’d discovered what he liked, and reinvented herself to become his dream girl. It should all have come together at the office party.
She gazed dejectedly at her reflection in the mirror, from newly blonded hair to fishnet stockinged feet. His words still stung.
“You wear what? Size 10? Freaky!”
Well, he was the freak. Especially now he wore a strappy red stiletto in his neck. Size 10.
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This story is for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on her blog Addicted to Purple. You’ll find all the 100 word stories here.
There’s been some discussion recently among Friday Fictioneers about the frequency of gruesome endings to stories. Please accept my apology for adding to the murder tally this week. In my defence, I can only say, firstly, that I haven’t really killed off many of my characters so I’m sure I’m still within whatever quota exists. Secondly, I couldn’t think of anything else.
In case you’re wondering about the connection to the prompt, I’ve wanted to write a story to go with the following song for so long that when I saw those feet in the picture I couldn’t resist. The video’s a classic – I hope you’ve got a couple of minutes to have a look.
Onto the page 
I think that any murder where I can smile it does make sense with me… and the reference to shoe-size really mad it fun…there was a real case in Houston I think where the stilettos shoe was the weapon..
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I’m glad my story made you smile. I didn’t hear about the Houston murder you mention, but it’s good that you told me. I feel it adds a little authenticity to my story. Thanks for commenting, Bjorn.
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Well, she sounded a bit “off” from the start, with her reinventing and stalking. By the end I had upgraded her to “totally unhinged”. I can’t say he didn’t deserve some comeback, though! Great story!
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She certainly was unhinged. But you’re right – he was a cad. I’m so happy you liked my story – thanks for letting me know.
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Ouch! Love your humorous take on a gruesome murder.
‘B Gone’…my 100 word story
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That’s good. I was worried about adding to the body count. Thanks for the feedback, Keith.
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Ok!!
Do not mess with the lady in the size ten shoes.
I repeat do not mess … his dead.
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He’s very dead. And most unattractively.
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Oh dear poor fellow.
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I knew the stalker-ish behavior would lead to disappointment, but was surprised (and wickedly amused) by the twist ending. Well done!
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Thank you, Jan. I’m pleased Cindy’s antics raised suspicions, and I’m very pleased that you were surprised and amused.
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Hahaha! So funny! The timing was superb. Great story, Margaret! 😀
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What a great response! Thank you so much. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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I love the twist at the end of that story. It was so unexpected. Serves him right.
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He wasn’t very tactful, was he? I’m glad you enjoyed the story, Sarah. Thanks for leaving a comment.
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Dear Margaret,
Justifiable homicide and a good story. Love the twist on Cinderella. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I’m so glad you spotted the Cinderella touches. And I’m very happy you liked the story. Thank you once more, Rochelle.
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He deserved to die due to his own poor taste in clothing. If the shoe fits . . . .
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Ha! The shoe fitted snugly in his neck. Poor taste indeed. Thanks for the comment, Russell.
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Nice one. I wonder if she always carries a knife. She’s a character.
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She’s a character to beware of. No knives for this girl. The stiletto in his neck is the very high and very sharp heel of her shoe. Thanks for commenting, Patrick.
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i guess that served him right.
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You could say that. She’s a very sensitive girl.
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That’s just “black humor”, Margaret. It’s a murder but it fits so it’s not bad. Anyway, people love thrillers and characters always die in those so I say, “What’s the big deal?” It was well written. 🙂 — Suzanne
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I like that viewpoint. Thanks for the lovely comment, Suzanne.
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Great story – and thanks for the explanation, I did wonder!
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I knew it would be a bit obscure, but I do feel pleased with myself when I manage a story that has a less obvious connection to the picture. Thank you for your encouraging comment, Liz.
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Great twist at the end! I liked your story and enjoyed how you described her creepy behavior. And Fats Waller at the end is a definite plus. I love him!
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I think you might be the only reader who looked at the clip. I think it’s a scream – I’m glad you enjoyed it. And I’m also glad you liked my story. Thank you.
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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Yes ours were similar. I had a girlfriend who had size 11 feet. Otherwise she was petite. When we would go places such as ten pin bowling and ice skating, when she went to hire boots she was always told don’t be stupid and then felt like a freak when they found out she did need that size. Some prompts you just have to kill someone. Loved the music.
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Oh dear. Poor girl. Size 11! I’m glad you liked the music. And yes, if a character is heading for a grisly end, there’s not much one can do about it.
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I enjoyed the clip of fats Waller, it took me back a good few years.🙂 Now it’s midnight so hope that I do not dream of red shoes🙃
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I hope your sleep is undisturbed by visions of these lethal red shoes at least. It’s a great clip, isn’t it? Glad you enjoyed it.
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