It’s here again–FLASH FICTION FRIDAY!  I hope you enjoy this one.


Lillian Duncan

A knock on the door awakened him. Danger. It had to be the enemy. Who else would come in the middle of the night? The knock came again.

Still groggy from sleep, he opened it. Ah… not the enemy, but a beautiful woman. “Dee, you shouldn’t be here. It’s not right.”

Her beautiful black tresses shimmered in the light as she shook her head. “I don’t care. I had to come. I needed to see you.”

So beautiful and so forbidden.

Knowing he shouldn’t, Sam opened the door a bit wider. An intoxicating smell of lilac enveloped him as her warm body squeezed past. Her hand caressed his cheek.

He closed his eyes. Focus on what she wants, not her. “Why?”

Her smile held a secret. “Why what?”

“Why did you need to see me?”

She moved closer to him. More lilac. “That can wait.” Her arms slid around his neck. Her hands wove themselves through his long, thick curls.

Later as he slept, Dee slid out her knife. Perhaps, she should kill him. It would be more merciful. Softly she said, “This is why I needed to see you.” She lifted up one of his beautiful locks of hair. The knife slashed downwards.

Life Lesson: An enemy can come in many forms, most of them beautiful and alluring.

What did you think? Thumbs up or down? BTW, I invite any of you to submit a flash fiction story to me for publication. Don’t know what to write about? Take a lesson from today’s story–take an old story and make it new!


Life Lesson: An enemy can come in many forms, most of them beautiful and alluring.


  1. Sorry, but this just didn’t do it for me. While I can imagine several uses for a lock of hair–in a spell, as evidence at a crime scene, etc.–there is nothing inherently dangerous about having one clipped. All of the reasons I come up with are from other stories, not this one.
    I also found the POV shift in the last paragraph jarring.

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