Flash Fiction – Tonight You Die

St Malo in the distance while the tide rushes in to trap the unwary traveler lingering at Chateaubriand’s tomb. https://amaviedecoeurentier.wordpress.com/2015/03/03/rebel-without-a-causeway/

I had come to St Malo for inspiration, a fugitive from my past, starting a new life as an artist.

Standing on the causeway between St Malo and the Grand Beh I was startled by my telephone. The message was unequivocal.

“Tonight you die!

I will have the rope ready.”

As if hit by a poleaxe I fell to the cobblestones where I flailed about for a moment and then got to my feet. What could I have done to deserve this? I glanced at the phone…private number…untraceable. When you leave behind another life there are always loose ends…

There was that dry-cleaner who swore I owed him for that shirt…or perhaps the waiter who I forgot to tip and spat in my minestrone?…

Petrified, I hurried to my art class. “Safety in numbers” whispered my heart.

Phillipe would know what to do. So artistic, but alas, his creative skills also applied to his spelling.

As I approached his studio I saw on the notice-board in lurid letters…

“Let’s Tie Die! fabricks for the fashionisters.”

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