The Concealer

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The Concealer

There was a knock. I thought if I ignored it, it would go away. It didn’t. The knocking grew louder. It was 3 a.m. My cottage was set back far off the road in Dennis, Massachusetts on Cape Cod.

People didn’t bother other people here. I didn’t expect anyone at this hour. I grabbed my baseball bat and flung open the door

“Honey, I’m surprised to see you,” I said. It was my wife. I thought she was gone.

The Concealer“I’ll bet you are,” she said.

“Come in.” There was something a little funny about the way she walked.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Sure, fine. I knew I would find you here. You always loved the Cape. You always come here the last week in June. You’re such a creature of habit.”

“I haven’t seen you in months,” I said.

“Don’t worry, the poison worked.” She smiled.

“If it worked you’d be dead.”

“I am.”

“You’re dead?”

“Well, yes and no, I’m a Zombie now,” she said.

She always had a flair for make-up, I thought to myself, just before she ate my face.

The End

4 Comments
  1. Avatar of Paul D. Brazill
    Paul D. Brazill says

    Nice flash. A very fatal femme. Women, eh?

  2. Avatar of Edna Shapiro
    Edna Shapiro says

    Not much concealed here, in the end, lol. Nice though, keep it up.

  3. Avatar of Dude X
    Dude X says

    Nice and steamy! Will be back for more – don’t disappoint!

  4. Avatar of Kevin Beguine
    Kevin Beguine says

    nice and bloody short

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