Death in the Afternoon
How had I got into this mess?
I was about to lose one of my best friends.
It had all begun so innocently...
“Well hello girls, may I say you both look delightful. Shall we go? There are only so many shopping hours in a day...”
“Arabella, if you think I’ll be seen in public with her wearing that... well, I’m sorry but...”
“Just ignore ze ignorant bitch ‘Bella ma Cherie. She ‘as no, ‘ow you say? Sense of chic...”
“Chic is it? Chic-ken more like, with those legs under that French... duffel coat!
“And your English... anorak, it is better, yes? The colour of... merde!”
“There is only one way to deal with this situation. Arabella, will you officiate?”
So here we stand.
I drew one ragged breath.
“Ladies, you have chosen your weapons. Walk away to my count of five. You may then turn and fire.
This story was written for Angela Goff's 'Visual Dare' flash fiction challenge