Scarlet Murder: a Flash Fiction

Scarlet Murder

She stepped through the crowd of people, she knew all eyes were on her. Her hair was held in ringlets that swerved with her every step and her heels clacked against floor. Her long flowing dress sparkled in the lights and she felt like a queen.

"May I have this dance?" A man walked up to her. She looked up and down at him. He wasn't that attractive so he must've had a lot of nerve asking her to dance.

She plastered a fake smile, "Sure." Finally the music came back on and they stepped back and forth to the song. After the slow song the classical music continued. Everyone would stare as she went along, but she didn't mind. She knew she was something worth staring at.

Finally, after several more unattractive men came to ask her she laid her eyes on the one. She looked over in his direction and her eyes met. This was definitely the one she was looking for. He came over and took her hand and they danced back and forth. They danced together for the rest of the night, which led to him coming to her house.

He whistled as she drove up to her penthouse, "Almost as impressive as you are."

She looked over in his direction, "Don't get too far ahead of yourself."

She shut the door of her Ferrari and walked into her house. They headed straight into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine. The poor man didn't leave until he was sober, which probably wasn't until 4am but they had a great time.

Several more months of dating until he finally popped the question, and she said yes. Many in-laws and cruises later they were in his mansion discussing work.

"Honey, I think we should write our wills. Just to make sure nothing and happens. We live in a big house and it's very easy for someone to sneak in. I don't know, just a thought."

He looked up at her from across the table and smiled, "You always have such bright ideas honey, Fetcher send for a lawyer right away to right up my will! And make sure all the wealth goes to my dear old Scarlet here."

Scarlet smiled and twirled her finger in her hair. Some people could just be played a little too easily.

"So hows the business been treating you?" Scarlet asked her husband. It was late at night and they were watching tv together.

He looked at her, "Um, it's been going well. Why do you ask?"

She leaned into him, "Let's go for a walk in the garden. I want some fresh air."

He leaned over and looked at the clock, "It's 2:42, honey, it's very late at night."

She got up and grabbed her robe, "Let's go anyways!" She laughed and pulled his hand.

"Anything for you." He reluctantly got up and walked with her.

They walked side by side in the garden swinging their hands together in the moonlight. He looked at her and smiled and Scarlet did the same.

"What's that?" Scarlet asked pointing towards the tool shed.

"Oh just where they keep the gardening tools. The flowers don't stay naturally beautiful, unlike you."

"I want to go over there! Please." She gave him the puppy dog eyes.

He sighed, "Anything for you darling." They walked over to the tool shed and she poked her head inside.

"Oh what's this?" Scarlet said as she pulled out a large axe from the shed and started swinging it around.

"Be careful that's sharp." He said slowly backing away from her.

"It would be terrible if I were to accidentally hit you with this." She swiped the axe and it hit his neck and she watched his head fall to the ground, "Whoops." She kicked the head away.

Many tears, condolences, and one funeral later Scarlet was headed for a night out.

She stepped through the crowd of people, she knew all eyes were on her. Her hair was held as high as her ego and her heels clacked against the floor. Her short, tight dress fit around her perfectly. Scarlet came in here looking for the next one.