In the grand scheme of things, Melissa didn’t imagine it was all that earth-shattering to not be invited to the Homecoming Dance by a self-centered, pompous…jock who would, in twenty years’ time, be a paunchy, balding carpet salesman with two mortgages, a shrewish wife and 2.5 corn-fed offspring as his only assets.
In balance, she didn’t even imagine he would miss that slut Suzie Coltrane all that much, even though the image of her severed head stuffed into his family’s mailbox would certainly stay with him for a lifetime. l that much, even though the image of her severed head stuffed into his
In all likelihood, arriving home from picking up his suit at the drycleaner’s to find his family’s home a blazing conflagration, with the doors and windows nailed shut to ensure nobody got out of there alive, would set him back on his heels, so to speak.ould arrive home from picking up his suit at the drycleaner'
And yet, when all of that was factored in, she wasn’t at all sure what the long-term fallout from her, conceivably, excessive reaction to the events of the last 24 hours might be for him.
This story was written for the weekly #FiveSentenceFiction flash fiction writing prompt: malice.