The beautiful photograph above serves as a photo prompt for Flash Fiction Chain #6 hosted by Jithin of Photrablogger. In this chain, many authors from around the world and from different time zones participate, writing consecutive parts in a beautifully orchestrated story telling.
Anna Brighton- a 32 year old CEO that owns and runs a publishing company
Alex Burns – well established author, Anna’s ex-boyfriend, Toby Blackwell’s cousin
Melissa Doyle – the bride, Anna’s dear friend
Toby Blackwell – co-owns the Blackwell estate, Alexis’ cousin
Jenny- Anna’s secretary
Adam – Owner of Adam and Eve’s
Harrison – Melissa’s fiance.
This is part 5. To read the previous four wonderful parts, click the links below:
PART 1 by Sona
PART 2 by Yinglan
PART 3 by Priceless Joy
PART 4 by Frenesthetist
PART 5 is mine:
Oh, the hen party! The stripping “policeman” was a fabulous dancer. The “police van” took them to a private venue and the women all gave Melissa gifts. She opened them and there were shouts of laughter!
“Look at her blush!” as Melissa held up a scanty see through short neglige.
“Model, model!” shouted the women, as Melissa covered her mouth laughing.
“Here, I’ll do that,” said the dancer, and he strutted around in the filmy top. He stayed in his thong and Melissa would not let him model the very naughty underwear. “Oh!” she said, “I thought I couldn’t be embarassed!” They were quite lacy, see through and absent the crotch.
“This one!” said Anna. Melissa tore off the shiny wrapping and ribbon. It was a black box, with a screen. It was a camera, but how odd. “No download?” said Melissa, looking at Anna.
“No download,” nodded Anna. “You can take pictures but only view them in the camera. It destroys the chip if someone tries to open it.”
“Oh!” said Melissa.
“So….,” Anna grinned, “Your husband and you can take pictures with no fear that anyone else will see them.”
Melissa laughed. “You win. That is the naughtiest present of all.”
And the party continued…
It was nearly dawn, with just the faintest lightening in the east, when the “police van” returned Melissa and Anna to the estate. Jenny and the others were driven to their homes or hotels as well.
Anna helped Melissa to her bed. Melissa was nearly asleep on her feet, though she had stopped drinking some hours ago. Anna was happy that no one had partied until they were sick. Melissa flopped face down on her bed and kicked off her shoes. “Night!” Anna thought Melissa was already asleep.
Anna was glad that they had a day to rest and get ready for the wedding tomorrow. She started back to her room, but she was not quite sleepy. She wanted to walk a little. It was a bit lighter. “Surely the gardens are safe,” she thought. Her room had doors onto a patio, and she slipped outside.
The sky was lighter, with turquoise fading up into blue black, and a few small clouds that were tinged at the bottom with gold. The house was dark and quiet. The gardens smelled of roses. She stepped onto the path very quietly.
She wandered a little. She could smell the flowers almost before she could see them. Gardenias. Fresia. More roses. The grass was dewy and it was still just barely cool.
She stopped. A noise. She was frightened for a moment and stood very still. Someone else. She heard quiet footsteps, ahead. Moving away. And then she heard bells. Bells, high and sweet.
She slipped her shoes off and picked them up. She tiptoed forward, quiet as a mouse, and looked around the next rosebush.
It was Alex. He was on his knees. He was humming. And when he moved, she heard the bells.
She watched and he turned. He held a small paper cone, with ribbons and small bells at the end of the ribbons. He placed a forget-me-not among the miniature roses and ferns in the cone. Then he smiled and walked very quietly towards the house.
Anna was intrigued. She followed, quiet, quiet, freezing when he stopped.
She followed him into the house and up the stairs. She felt like a spy or someone watching a romance. Who were the flowers for?
He stopped a little ways from a bedroom door. He wrote something on the cone, but she couldn’t see what. He placed the cone carefully on the floor a bit in front of the bedroom door and then he backed towards her. Anna slipped back behind a long curtain, peeping out. Now he was standing, peering at the door.
They waited. Anna tried to breathe very quietly.
After 20-30 minutes, there were noises in the room. The door opened. A small girl in bright pink pajamas came out, rubbing one eye. She stopped with her fist against her eye, staring at the cone of flowers. She swooped forward and studied the writing. She swept the cone up, hugged it with the small bells ringing and rushed back in her room. “Mama! Mama! Look! They know I am the flower girl!”
Alex turned and Anna could see his face. He looked as young as the little girl and just as delighted. He covered his mouth and stepped quietly down the hall.
Anna stood behind her curtain. This Alex, this was one that she didn’t know. When they were children, they knew each other a little. Once they had been playing at a friend’s and had teamed up to make up an elaborate play, with princes and princesses fighting dragons together. But they had rarely played when they were younger. When they had dated, he was so serious and driven and professional, she just felt cold and eventually gave up. He seemed to only care for his writing and his career.
Anna went back to her room, wondering. Was this really Alex? Was he affected by the cupid’s spirit that Melissa had mentioned? Maybe he WAS the household “cupid’s spirit”. Could he really be a romantic inside that tough exterior?
She fell asleep and dreamed of bells and flowers and….
Part 6 written by Sweety
Part 7 written by Itchy Quill
Part 8: written by on Ruth
Part 9: written by Austin
Part 10 : written by Rashmi
Part 11: written by Phaena
Part 12: written by Manvi
Part 13: written by Sona
Part 14: written by Yinglan