Friday Fictioneers-The Madness of a Woman Seduced

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the prompt this week. I encourage both kudos and criticisms. I’m tough. I can take it. Most of the time. It ain’t easy being a tender hearted potty mouth such as moi. Yes, the story is romantic. Sort of. I promised myself there’d be a death. No one dies, but a love does.

My brother Rory edited my story. He takes my words and makes them shine. If I get famous, I’m taking him with me. I promise.

Don’t like the genre, get bent. It’s what I do best.

Genre: Romance (with a side of broken heart)

copyright-claire-fuller…and the long-stemmed red tulips bent in the breeze like exotic women accepting homage.

Susan Fromberg Schaeffer, “The Madness of a Seduced Woman”

“You seduced me. Made me love you. Then you left.”

“Yes, I did. You fell. But that wasn’t my fault.”

“Of course it wasn’t your fault. Nothing ever is. You called me crazy. I’m far from it.”

“I said you ‘acted’ crazy.”

“Same thing.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“A woman seduced carries her own brand of madness.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not. David’s here. Now leave.”

He touches her cheek, he walks away. She picks up hammer and chisel. Metal strikes stone, dust flies. An image appears, of lovers, holding fast. She scrawls a lopsided heart. It is finished, so are they.

100 words