The Assault

I woke up to see someone leaning over me, as if he had just kissed me, and was about to do so again.

The man had blue eyes, a chiseled jawline, an equine nose, and that blind confidence that only comes from lifelong entitlement.

“You creep,” I screamed, as I pushed at him, hard. His face registered shock as he went flying back.

I jumped up, and landed next to his supine figure. The last words I heard before I choked the life out of him were, “I’m Prince Charming, Sleeping Beauty….”

I wonder why he called me that…


99 words.

Written as a part of Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch March 14 Flash Fiction Challenge.


About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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11 Responses to The Assault

  1. Abhijit Ray says:

    You would never know, now that he is dead!

  2. Defend first, ask questions later. 🤔

  3. Charli Mills says:

    She woke up defending herself. I don’t think she believes he was “charming.” Great modern twist.

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  5. Now this is a realistic end to a fairy tale! Well done.

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