Killer Heels

A tale with a twist on this month’s short story offering. This was written in response to a flash fiction prompt which was the opening line. Thanks to Manuela & Gobblers/Masticadores for publishing.

Gobblers & Masticadores

by Rae Cod

She liked to fit people into the world like puzzle pieces. Unfortunately, not many people were what they seemed these days. It made finding suitable men such a chore. Take her last date, for example, she’d had high hopes. His profile had ticked all the boxes and she’d rolled out the seven-inch killer heels.  She felt a spark as soon as they met; a thrill of anticipation shivered down her spine. 

She worked her charm flawlessly, but he ruined it over dessert when he confided he was a Police Detective. A fact – he claimed – he omitted from his profile because of the ‘sensitive nature’ of his work. She nearly left him there at the table, so angry at this colossal waste of her time, but she forced herself to continue smiling and nodding in all the right places, was even able to bring herself to kiss him on the cheek as…

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