Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!
A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!
With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction Shard based off a three word combination prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!
(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)
King of Thieves
“Hi, how may I help you?”
Amanda stepped up to the counter as the customer in front of her walked away, setting down the bag for the cashier to see. “I’d like to return or exchange this for either a smaller size or something a little different. It’s a bit too big on me. Apparently my mother still has not realized I’ve lost a few pounds.” She laughed bitterly at her own joke. “Am I able to get a store credit to go shop with?”
“Certainly.” The cashier smiled and took the blouse from the bag, going about her routine. A minute or two later she was handing a gift card over to Amanda. “There you are. Just sign here on this copy of the receipt for the return and you’re all set.”
“Thank you.” She signed off and handed it back, tucking the gift card into her jacket pocket then began to turn away to go shop.
“I hope you find something you like.”
She smiled to the cashier. She was a bit too cheery for her liking but hey, that was her job, to essentially kiss up to people in the customer service department. Though she was also sure she wasn’t going to find something she liked in this department store. “Thanks…”
Walking away, she wandered around aisles and racks of clothing, just browsing for awhile. She wasn’t finding much of interest, it wasn’t exactly a store in which she was happy with their selections and styles. Her prim and proper mother loved it, but she…not so much.
“Amanda?” A voice spoke up while she was eyeing a pair of jeans way over her price range of the gift card.
She stilled at the voice, a trickle of dread winding down her spine. No… It couldn’t be.
“Amanda, is that you?” they asked again, then laughed a little as a hand clapped her shoulder. She cringed in response. “I’ll be damned! It is you! How’ve you been, sweetheart?”
“Do not call me that, Jake.” Her tone was cold and dismissive. “I take it you finally got out of jail?”
Jake let out a low whistle, looking her up and down in a suggestive way that made her skin crawl. At one time, it used to excite her with like electricity zinging across her skin. Now it disgusted her and made her want to get far away from him. She hadn’t seen him in probably ten years. Not since she got clean, and by the looks of it, Jake surely hadn’t gone clean in that time frame.
“Woooow… Uptight much, babe? Don’t go taking after your female dog of a mother now. You’ll get your panties in too tight a knot and need someone to help undo them.” He wagged his eyebrows while his eyes fell to her cleavage.
Subconsciously Amanda pulled her jacket over her front more, crossing her arms over her chest. “What do you want, Jake?”
“Nothing much.” He shrugged, leaning against one the racks with his hands stuffed in his pockets. “I just happened to notice you and thought I’d say hello. It’s been quite some time. What’s it been? Six, seven years?”
“At least ten.”
He whistled again. “Damn… Time sure flies, baby. I sure do miss you though. You were one hell of a wild chick back then until that family of yours ruined you.”
Amanda scowled and turned away from him with a huff but he sidled into her way like the sleaze ball he was.
“Hey, hey, don’t go running so quickly, babe.”
Brown eyes glared at him furiously. “Stop calling me that. I’m not your babe anymore. What are you even doing here? You can’t afford a place like this, and it certainly isn’t your style. Oh wait, let me guess, shoplifting again, are you? What babe is it for this time?”
Jake laughed, playing bumping his fist into her shoulder in a way that was a little too hard. “There’s that old fire you always had! Good to see you still got it.” He sobered quick. “I mean it though, Mandy, I really do miss ya hanging around.”
“You got me addicted to drugs and arrested for trespassing and shoplifting,” she replied coldly. “You left me to take the fall for it all. Thanks to you, I lost a good few years of my life I’ll never get back. Get away from me, before I call security to tell them you’ve got a sixty dollar bottle of perfume on the inside of your vest, right hand side, underneath your jacket.”
Before she could try to step away from him, Jake backed her up against the rack of clothes behind them, leaning over him. One rough hand grabbed tightly at her wrist in a warning. “Careful, Mandy,” he threatened, then backed off a little again. “You’ve got a good memory. And oh, so, so close, baby. It’s an eighty dollar bottle, not sixty. You still got it…”
It took her a second to find her voice, swallowing her heart back down into her chest. “No thanks to you.”
A smirk pulled at Jake’s lip, showing that one gorgeous dimple. He reached into his pocket and pulled something out, then turned her palm up and placed the warm object in her hand, closing her fingers over it. He leaned over to whisper in her ear. “If you ever want to see another good time like the old days, hit me up at Winter’s Bite. This will get you in no questions asked straight to the VIP lounge.”
Jake gave her a crushing kiss to the lips in which she shoved him away roughly for. He chuckled and smacked her ass, letting go and stepping back. “Hope to see you there sometime, doll face.” Winking, he finally snuck back off among the aisles and racks.
For a moment she simply fumed, watching him until he was out of sight. She wiped his kiss from her mouth, sneering, then looked down at what he placed in her palm. It was a token in the shape of a snowflake. The words Winter’s Bite were written in glossy silver lettering along the middle of the blue and white glittering snowflake.
Amanda glared at the token then dropped it to the ground, smashing her heel on it before turning away to leave the store empty handed. She’d be damned if she ever went down that path again in her life, not when she was finally making it back steady on her own two feet.
However, she should have expected Jake to use her as a scapegoat once more. She should have stopped and felt her pockets to make sure his quick, sticky fingers hadn’t slipped her any other parting gifts. For as soon as she stepped past the doors the alarms went off, alerting security of a shoplifter. She watched as Jake slipped out of the doors to her left at the same time she was stopped from leaving, pretending to be with an older lady and helping her carry her bags. Bags that she knew were full of his stolen goods. There was a reason he had donned the nickname Aladdin on the streets, for he was the King of Thieves.
He tipped his head to her with a grin as security found the bottle of eighty dollar perfume in her coat pocket and escorted her back into the store.
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I know I’ve been quite silent the past week, I blame the holiday madness, but it’s finally over. Sort of. Since I missed posting for last week’s Shard here, you can find Trial of the Solstice on my Wattpad account if you wish to see what I came up with for last week’s prompt.