Unmasked: Flash Fiction

“She looks surprised,” the woman said.

The man standing next to her held his champagne glass in the air, where it swallowed light from the chandelier—light he then poured down his throat. He said, “Wouldn’t you be if you woke and found your head nailed to a wall?”

“I’ve woken to worse,” she replied. She pulled on her black fur shawl, newly purchased by her husband who thought buying things meant buying her love. “Why did you bring me here, anyway? You know I hate these gala events. Everyone’...