It’s been a while, but now that summer is coming to a close and I’m back from vacation, it’s time to get back to my monthly short stories.
The initial kernel of this story was an actual incident from my past. That, coupled with an article I read not long ago about the Capital Vices, percolated along for a few days and the story below is the result.
I leave it as an exercise for the reader to decide what the past inciting incident was.
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Taking Care of Business
Madeline Cooper looked around the table in the banquet area of Lucifer’s Landing at the sea of arrogant, vain, greedy suits and couldn’t wait for the results of her carefully laid plans to unfold. She savored a bite of her lemon tart, the tangy sweetness a nice contrast to the slightly bitter taste of her cappuccino, then stabbed her fork into the hand that persisted in groping her thigh under the table.
“Next time I’ll use the knife,” she murmured to Mr Lucent, owner of the aforementioned hand, as she dropped both it and the fork back into his own lap. He glowered at her then, his wits scrambled by the vast quantity of alcohol he’d consumed during dinner, apparently decided she was just flirting with him and flashed a lecherous smile instead.
“Tonight’s going to be your lucky night, little lady,” he said with a wink.
You have no idea, she thought. Continue reading