Iain Kelly

It’s eyes followed me round the room.

An ugly porcelain dog sitting in a doughnut.

‘You want sugar?’ the old lady asked.

‘No, ma’am. Just milk.’

She handed me the cup filled with weak tea. She shuffled to a chair.

All the while the damn dog had it’s eye on me.

‘Thanks for letting me come in and talk to you about your home insurance.’ I scanned the room. It was full of ornaments. Had to be worth something. Not much security either.

‘You’re welcome, I get so little company these days.’ Sweet old lady. It would be a shame stealing from her, but business was business.

She was smiling at me weird. I felt light-headed.

The room was spinning. The cup slipped off the saucer, crashing to the floor. The tea. I gasped for air. My back hit the plush carpet.

I heard shuffling. She stood over me holding that dog sitting in a doughnut. The little old lady gave it a heft.

Last thing I remember was that damn porcelain dog smashing into my face.

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story or poem in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

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