A Serving of Nightshade

Well this looks like my lucky day, thought Adira as the room came into focus.

She was in the drawing room of her ex-fiancé’s townhome. Lord Bradley sat in his favorite chair, sipping a glass of wine, and watching her.

“I’m sorry, Adira,” he said. “But I thought this would be more comfortable for you than a cellar in Cheapside.”

“Very thoughtful,” she said, as she smoothed her hair back towards the untidy bun held by her favorite hair stick. “But it might have been nicer to have left me near the opera house.”

He made a tut-tut noise. “And left you at the mercy of Nightshade? That would have been rude.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Let me tell you a story,” he said, refilling his glass. “There was a naïve girl, whose romantic notions made her an easy mark for Nightshade, a notorious criminal who has become something of a hero to gullible young women and a nuisance to my guild’s interests. She unwisely agreed to be a lookout for one of his capers. Thankfully, a concerned friend was there to intercede before she had to face serious consequences.”

“Charming,” she said, stretching out her hands and fingers. “But what’s the price for his intercession?”

“Information. Everything you know about Nightshade’s organization, including the contact you were supposed to meet tonight.”

“And if I don’t?”

“It’s my duty to turn you in to the constables. Considering the trouble Nightshade has caused, that cellar is going to seem nice in comparison,” Bradley said.

“So you haven’t told the authorities yet?”

“Of course not. Adira, I can protect you. If you cooperate.”

Adira looked down at her lap. “I don’t want to go to jail. What if I told you I know who Nightshade is?”

He jumped out his chair. “Really? Who?”

“Me.” Adira pulled her hair stick free and threw it at his throat. It hit its mark. As he tried pulling it out, Adira picked up the bottle of wine and cracked it over his head.

“I have a story for you,” she said. “There once was an unscrupulous and overconfident man who wouldn’t shut up. So I fixed that. The end.”


Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash

Song Choice: Gives You Hell by All American Rejects

Liner Notes for This Groove: This bit of flash fiction was created for the Weekly Scribblings prompt given at Poets and Storytellers United, Two Into One Shall Go. I went with embedded narrative. 

44 comments:

  1. A lovely twist! And hair appliances as weapons! *slow clap*

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  2. Oh-ho! What a wonderful narrative with its successive surprises so enthrallingly told. Three into one, you over-achiever!

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    1. LOL, yeah I only realized after I was done that a second one snuck in there :D

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  3. The title was the perfect hook for me, Rommy, and I enjoyed the story so much, especially the twist, I read it again! I love the language in this piece.

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  4. Very cool. Deadly hairstick. Very cool twist. Well done!

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  5. Well that was a riveting two in one plus one! Applause from here!

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  6. Ohhh, this is wicked cool!!! Love this Rommy! Big Hugs!

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    1. *grins* That's an awesome compliment. Thanks!

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  7. I loved the very short story that wrapped this piece up Rommy... :)

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  8. rude ending for a helpful fellow. I never did understand those TV murders by a thrown spear. Fine for ignorant animals but a person with a brain would dodge it, make a side move and catch it in flight. Murder She Wrote was the worst offender that I know.
    ..

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    1. Never saw an episode of that show, but I remember it was quite popular.

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  9. OMG ... I just read this! Wow, huge wow.

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    1. Unknown? What is going on? This is Margaret Bednar

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    2. Eeek! I'm so sorry blogger is acting funny for you. It's being pretty weird for me too.

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  11. Oh wow! Setting up for an episode of Forensic Files. :) Whodunnit? Surely not that sweet girl.

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    1. LOL, some of these small bits I fool around with do feel like a part of something else to me too.

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  12. I do admire a woman who knows when to let down her hair. And in case you're wondering, yes, I'm grinning like a loon. This was delicious.

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  13. Even I enjoyed reading this as Adira took control and put him in his place. I think I have installled this too with my own daughters. Mind you I don't think they have been this violent to men so far.

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    1. Oh goodness, I hope they haven't had to be!

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  14. LOL.. didn't see that coming! Fun!

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  15. OMG didn't see that coming

    Happy Sunday Rommy

    Much💗love

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  16. excellent story-telling! didn't see the ending coming. wham! :)

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  17. Such a story within a story! Well done.

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  18. A nice little snip of a story that makes one wonder what are the backstories?

    I read this with Bob Dylan's "Idiot Wind" playing. Hmmm....

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    1. Not familiar with that song. I think I shall have to check it out!

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  19. Oh wow! Great ending! Love it!

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