Death Becomes You
Flash fiction by: Stevie McCoy
“You know that today is important to me, Chelsea.” I unzipped my purse to arm myself with a stick of rogue lipstick. Chelsea had carelessly forgotten to reapply before pictures were supposed to be taken. I had the camera all set up and picked out the perfect dress for her. It was yellow with a pleasant sunflower print and if I tried I could smell the sweet pollen in the air.
“You do want to look nice for Nick, don’t you?” I smiled and generously s...
Published on June 04, 2012 01:00