Cold as Ice
He’s bought flowers, set a table, opened a bottle of Chablis. He’s methodical, gone by the book—literally. R&B drifts from a stereo. Candles flicker appropriately.
I’ve washed my hair with lavender shampoo. I’ve shaved. Showered the rancid fluids, the sweat, from my body. The windows had fogged while it snowed, the sagging suspension rocked, groans muffled from the back seat of a rusty Nova SS in a parking lot.
He’s cooked, yet his fingertips trailing across my flesh, the lines of my throat, the curve of my breast, are cold. I flinch, grit my teeth, and reach for the Chablis.
Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Muninn's Memories 
February 1, 2017 at 8:56 am
Gritty and well told
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February 1, 2017 at 8:57 am
Thank you, Neil.
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February 1, 2017 at 9:14 am
Oh, great story. Difficult to know where my sympathies lie between them – can’t she just be honest with him and end it? Or is there a reason she can’t? Good stuff.
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February 1, 2017 at 9:17 am
Agreed. The title, Cold as Ice, I thought could apply to either of them. I wasn’t sure either who had my sympathy.
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February 1, 2017 at 9:28 am
Dear Kecia,
Definitely not a match made in Heaven…I’d say a few miles lower. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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February 1, 2017 at 9:31 am
Thanks for the encouraging comment, Rochelle. Being happily married, this was hard for me to write!
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February 1, 2017 at 11:10 am
Oh dear, not an enjoyable evening in prospect. I’d go for something stronger than the Chablis. And maybe in a bucket, too. 😦 Nicely done.
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February 1, 2017 at 11:29 am
Thanks, Sandra.
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February 1, 2017 at 3:34 pm
Any time I am intrigued enough to go back and read it again, it’s a really good story 🙂
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February 1, 2017 at 4:41 pm
Thank you. I’m flattered.
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February 1, 2017 at 4:23 pm
This is a tragedy on a new level. Nicely done.
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February 1, 2017 at 4:42 pm
Thank you. 🙂
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February 1, 2017 at 8:29 pm
Why, oh why, do these women stick around? Neither one can be enjoying this…
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February 1, 2017 at 9:13 pm
Something must motivate her, but we may never know what. 🙂
Thanks for your comment, Dale.
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February 3, 2017 at 5:42 am
It could be wealth, power, any number of superficial things.
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February 2, 2017 at 9:02 am
You left me wanting a glass of Chablis! Well written and sad.
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February 2, 2017 at 9:28 am
Haha, that’s my perpetual state of mind, wanting a glass of Chablis. Unfortunately, I’m also perpetually dieting so I’m denied too much wine. Thanks for coming by to read and comment.
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February 3, 2017 at 5:44 am
Not exactly what I’d call friends with benefits. It sounds more like work than pleasure. Great writing and perfect title.
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February 3, 2017 at 6:50 am
Thank you for your comments on the story and encouragement on the writing. I appreciate every bit.
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February 3, 2017 at 7:11 am
Wow! What an excellent picture you have painted. It was like being there watching the scene unfold. 🙂
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February 3, 2017 at 7:14 am
Wow, a wow? Thanks for that. I try!
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February 4, 2017 at 4:45 am
Maybe it’s time for these two to call it day. It sounds like they’re just going through the motions. Great descriptions!
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February 4, 2017 at 7:37 am
Thank you for the kind word.
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February 4, 2017 at 9:44 am
Definitely seems like the dog end of this relationship. Who’s kidding who?
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February 4, 2017 at 10:07 am
The snapshot chills me. Not sure I want to know the rest of the story. Thanks for stopping by with a comment, Michael.
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February 5, 2017 at 12:14 pm
Not sure if he is dead or not. Has she taken the initiative here?
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February 5, 2017 at 12:21 pm
They all live, Patrick. 🙂 She’s taken some kind of initiative, just not sure about her reasons or directions. Thanks for stopping by to comment. I appreciate it.
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February 9, 2017 at 1:56 pm
Wow! Well told. Such pain.
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February 9, 2017 at 2:06 pm
Thank you. I found that one particularly icy.
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February 10, 2017 at 9:28 am
Cold fingers are bad. Vampire maybe? LOL!
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February 10, 2017 at 9:36 am
Hehe, that would make a good start for a vampire story, huh? Thanks for reading. 🙂
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February 19, 2017 at 11:40 pm
Well told! The irony reaches dizzy heights. Anand Bose from Kerala
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February 20, 2017 at 7:26 am
That’s high praise. Thank you for reading.
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March 10, 2017 at 10:10 pm
Ah, the lies of omission are sometimes the worst…excellent story!!
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March 11, 2017 at 5:51 am
Thanks! Written quickly, but still one of my faves.
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May 23, 2017 at 9:10 am
! 🙂 She’s taken some kind of initiative, just not sure about her reasons or directions.
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May 23, 2017 at 12:45 pm
Thanks for reading, Mary.
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