Saturday, 1 February 2014

Flash Fiction 2014 Longlist, Shravya Gunipudi

The Switch


She liked to believe that people were like switches.
There was always an on and an off just waiting to be toggled. When the lights were on, people were on their best behaviour, but when the switch was turned off, there was an entirely different story.
Her husband was one such person.
She stood in the hallway, thinking these thoughts as he untied his shoes after a long day at work. When he signaled for her to bring him the glass of water in her trembling hands, she obeyed and took a few steps forward, taking in his chiselled features and his strong, masculine body.

Just as he set the glass aside and unhooked his belt, his eyes fixed on her, she took a step back.

She knew what was coming.
As the lights went out, everything changed...

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