Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Gallery (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


The gallery was nearly empty, filled with the shadows of the afternoon sun and lurkers who weren’t brave enough to show their face during the benefit gala.

“It’s lovely.” A veiled woman in black nodded towards a gilt-framed piece. “What do you think, darling?”

The chubby fellow beside her merely wrinkled his nose. “That ugly thing? Never!”

Her shoulders drooped and her head bowed.

The attendant watched him waddle away and then reached into the open glass case to his left. He lifted out the ancient dagger and handed it to the veiled woman.

She accepted with one velvet gloved hand. “Confirmed?”

“Lights out in five, madam.”

(c) Sara Harricharan

A/N: And yes, this was subjected to a secondary prompt of spy/assassin in a high-society. I was aiming for cliche.