Blast from the Past
Words 199
“Aren’t you too young to be a face-reader?” Madhulika looked her up and down.
“It’s a gift.” Tuhina said.
“But to give you a booth at the event, I’ll need some proof of your talent.”
“I know what you did Muddy.”
Madhulika gasped. “Wha…what do you mean?”
“Don’t you remember your friend, Muddy?” Tuhina shook her hair free and leaned forward.
There was a crash. “Vrinda’s dead and you…you…”
“…I possessed Tuhina,” the voice was cold and unemotional, “and set out to avenge myself.”
“It wasn’t me, I swear it wasn’t!” Madhulika edged towards the door.
A hollow laugh echoed. “Still lying Muddy?”
“It was Shail. It was his idea to kill you…”
“And my unborn child.”
“Child!” Madhulika was stuttering. “I…I don’t know…”
“Shail knew. And if he knew…”
“Don’t kill me please!” Madhulika begged.
“I wouldn’t do anything so passé Muddy.” She bared her teeth. “I’ll just have some fun.”
“Fun?” Madhulika quavered.
“Shail has a new girlfriend. They are plotting a murder.”
“Vrinda!
But she was gone.
.
.
“What have you been up to?”
“Nothing.” Tuhina grinned at her mother. “Just settling some old scores.” She fingered the scar on Vrinda’s neck like she had since childhood.
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Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for the photo prompt and hosting the challenge. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.
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