Alan Bad – Friday Fictioneers.


Jane enjoyed the seaside solitude. Here she could almost forget what Alan had done. His controlling behaviour and how every beep from her iPhone resulted in questions.

She once loved him, at least a little. He had never been violent but she had felt smothered by his presence.

Now she was ready to reignite her life. Alan was gone, and she had an ad at the dating site.

Her iPhone vibrated.

She watched the gulls fight over pieces of meat. Had she known how easy it was to get rid of Allan, she would have fed the gulls much earlier.


Copyright E.A. Wicklund

Copyright E.A. Wicklund



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October 2, 2013

61 responses to “Alan Bad – Friday Fictioneers.

  1. He may not have been violent, but she sure was. Note to self: jealousy may result in becoming seagull food.

  2. really BLACK! gute Mädchen kommen in den Himmel , böse überallhin…(good girls get into heaven, bad girls everywhere) What a twist, my first impression was she is a good girl, and her Ex is kind of a stalker…but honestly, I don´t pity him… Am I bad?

  3. Dear Bjorn,

    I can see her pressing Paul Simon on her iPod play list as she answers the phone. “Drop of the key, Lee, and set yourself free.” Very nice (you know what I mean) story.

    Aloha,

    Doug

  4. We both went with the end of a relationship… something about the squawking of birds that takes me there. The ending, was a dark twist that I didn’t see coming. Tough end to a relationship!

  5. Oh, dark, dark, dark!!! But excellently told!!! The pacing that took us from lovely and peaceful to demented and brutal was perfect.

    But I’ve just been wondering about keeping steady company with you experts at “dark” writing. I used to never kill anyone except really, really bad guys. Now, suddenly this week (in a different writing challenge), I actually killed off two people in just a short, 3-stanza poem and never batted an eye. (I will take some comfort, though, from the fact that my murders were more “humane” than this one.)

  6. I’m going to see the beach with a new set of eyes after reading about all these bodies! Nice work.

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