Here is another unsuccessful entry to last week’s Ad Hoc competition. Would love any feedback on this.
I’ve been a bit quiet of late as just so busy with work, life etc. It’s so hard to find the time to write anything more substantial than flash fictions and easy to feel despondent. When life pressures build up I find my thinking time for writing becomes squeezed more than I would like. Hoping to redress the balance at some point soon.
The women that came to her all had one thing in common. Other than that, she knew little about them. She didn’t ask, they didn’t volunteer.
They would telephone, asking for Rose. She would make an appointment, take payment. The arrangement was simple. She never advertised. Her reputation preceded her. She never saw the same woman twice- there was no need.
When they came in and revealed their faces, they all wore the same desperate expression. They left calmer, lighter, happy.
There was only one she couldn’t help. She came back under a different name a few months later.
‘It didn’t work,’ she said simply.
She stood in silence for a few moments. Then she took out a long knife from under her robe and raised it up to her neck.
‘Wait! Wait. You don’t have to do that. You can work for me. I need an assistant.’