This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.
Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.
A doorbell rang.
“Are you Pam?” asked the elegant lady.
“I’ve a business proposition for you. Can I… come in.”
For Pam, business meant — money. She unlatched the door.
As soon as Pam turned to face her guest, a hard slap landed on her cheek. CHA…PAAK!!!
Meg was quick. Pam was on the floor. Pam’s arms were twisted backwards.
“What do you want?” cried Pam.
“… glad you asked. You better stay away from my husband…” Meg twisted Pam’s arms like a doorknob.
“Yes! Yes… understood….”
Meg walked out of her opponent’s home with a flashing smile.