I don’t enter writing contests. I’d rather not wait to hear from someone and trust they have not used my story or ideas for themselves. Also, those contests that require an entry fee really bother me. I can understand your time to review the entris is worth something but, my time is worth something too.
Anyway, I found this contest on. Nice time for Halloween stories. this is an idea I had awhile ago and had begun writing about. For the contest it has to be under 500 words. So that was a bit of a writing exercise.
Is it too evil? Or is it just cause it’s a woman, does the role reversal make it seem worse, more wicked, evil and nasty?
The car wash was quiet, peaceful. Too early for the birds to be chasing worms and yet there would be coffee shops open along her way home. Amazing how someone, some where, was always working.
His blood was surprisingly easy to wash off the car. Everything she’d packed inside was clean. All his shiny new kitchen appliances, hers now, were gleaming on the backseat. Why had an old bachelor bought so many appliances anyway? Just to entice her to visit him? It had worked. She thought it would be something to do on a weekend when she had no money to do anything else. It hadn’t been planned, but, all in all, murder wasn’t so hard. Not pleasant certainly, but not difficult.
Gail added another round of quarters, just to be sure she hadn’t missed a spot. All those crime shows seemed too good at shining fancy light around and finding all kinds of blood spatters, drops and other nuisances. They’d have no luck finding her. She had no connection to good old Ed. Just a few emails exchanged, a casual meeting in a public place. Besides, his computer was stuffed in the back of his car along with all the other goodies she’d packed while he finished dying.
Gail drove home, letting the car air dry, listening to the news reports. How long would it take for someone to find lonely old and dead Ed?
It was so much nicer to be driving a new car. Her old heap would never have made it through another winter. She’d never be able to sell the old guy’s car of course. Not having the paperwork was a small problem she could ignore. What was a grrl to do if she needed to get around and keep her crummy job?
A few weeks later, Gail’s email box had six notes from men who were willing, able and begging for the attention of a good woman. Her regular mail was just full of bills she couldn’t pay. At the end of the week she had picked her man.
Just like Ed, he lived on his own, he was lonely and looking for some female company. Dwayne had a nice modern house had just bought himself a fancy new computer and all the associated gadgets. It was the computer that swayed Gail in his direction. Hers was already four years old, bought just after the divorce when she still had a little money.
It was a beautiful drive on an Autumn day. Leaves swept across the road, the air felt fresh and charged with energy. A great day for a drive in another new car.