No Second Thoughts

He stood his ground across the room from the woman with the long red dress. Sinews stood out from the backs of both of her hands; her knuckles were white as she grasped the blades tightly in both fists.

“Tell me now,” he growled. “Will you do it?”

“I have no choice. I promised my husband I would.”

“Gah! You can let him down, you know.”

“I will never!” she screeched.

“Very well. Follow me.”

He led her down a corridor and into a room filled with mirrors. “Choose your position,” he ordered.

She did as she was told.

“Now give me the blades.”

Her eyes met his in an icy stare.

“If you’re positive. There will be no second thoughts.”

She nodded mutely.

“So be it,” he grumbled.

He lifted the blades to the level of her throat.

“To here?” he asked. “Or a little shorter?”

“I think a bob would be nice.”

“You think?”

She shrugged. “It’ll grow back.”

No Trust

Lisa had been led to believe that when her ailing rich uncle finally passed away, she would receive a trust fund until she reached the age of twenty-five. Whether it was because he died before he had a chance to place a restriction on her inheritance, or he never meant to in the first place, would never be known. All Lisa DID know was that in the space of a day she’d gone from packing her work lunches in brown paper bags, to being able to quit her job and live in luxury.

Although walking away from the daily grind at the office was tempting, she decided not to. Instead, she kept her job and bought a house on the posh side of town. Right next door to Roland, the flashiest, most eligible bachelor within a hundred miles. In Lisa’s opinion, it was the only drawback of the whole deal.

Author’s note: Until October the 31st, I’m going to try to use this space to create possible beginnings for my 2016 NaNoWriMo project. In the tags below, you’ll see the genre I’m considering for the above story. Feedback is welcome.