Flash Fiction – Peaches

She was perfect. Her beauty turned many heads. With bright green eyes and lustrous and long brown hair it was no surprise. Long legs always shown to her best advantage and an hourglass figure insured she kept the attention.

However, her looks were only a bonus. The true beauty was her mind and heart. I’ve never met a more brilliant person. She could do complex math in her head and her problem solving skills were near legendary. There was nothing she didn’t excel at. Painting, writing, sculpting – she could do it all.

Even better, she had a kind word and a smile for everyone. She was caring and just temperamental enough to keep life interesting. In return she was well loved.

The aroma of peaches always surrounded her. The fruit matched her personality: overly sweet, cloying, and pervasive.  I could still smell it as I pushed her body into the hole I spent an hour digging. What else could I do after I discovered she stole my boyfriend?

I always did hate peaches.


This story came from a writing prompt I didn’t expect to work for me: Peaches. Normally single word prompts do nothing for me. In fact when I first saw it, I thought I wouldn’t be able to use it. My second thought was I had always hated peaches and suddenly a story seed was planted.

It didn’t take very long for it to grow. I wrote down everything that came to me in a spiral then put it away for a day. This morning I started typing it up and it evolved into its current incarnation.

I’m so glad I didn’t let my bias against this type of word prompt stop me. I’ll still always despise the prompts that require you use a list of 3-5 words!

To any peach lovers out there, no offense. It turns out I’m allergic to peaches so it was justifiable that I hated them my whole life.

Rough draft 174 words

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