Flash Fiction-The Fat Lady Has Sung

The Fat Lady Has Sung

The curtain rises and the crowd cheers. This is her life, the stage. She seems to float elegantly to the front of the stage and looks out at the audience, admiring the men in the crowd. She has her pick of men. She feeds off the adoration and waits for the music to start. She will bring the crowd into her world with her voice. Opera is her drug, followed closely by murder.

The light drops for just a second and flashes down from above, lighting her with a cloud of mist surrounding her. She begins to sing the ‘Madama Butterfly’. This is her favorite and is obvious from the emotion she pours into her performance. Every move she makes on the stage is followed by her flowing red gown, and people can’t take their eyes off of her long flowing brown hair, crystal blue eyes, and angelic face.

She completes her solo performance to a standing ovation. This will be her last night, but it will be memorable not only to her but to the town she has terrorized for the last four weeks. As she bows, she has spotted the young man who will be hers tonight and gives him a wink, hoping he will notice. When she gets to the backstage, she asks a stagehand to go fetch the young man and bring him to her dressing room. Walking to her room, she licks her lips with a sneer on her face that would scare the bravest of men.

Mike is standing waiting for the encore when a young lady comes and tells him that Lady Belle would like to meet him backstage in her dressing room. Mike had a look of surprise on his face that resembled that of a child that received just like he received the gift he asked Santa for on Christmas morning. “Are you sure she wants to see me?”, “I’m sure. She asked for you specifically. Just follow me.” Mike followed the young lady around to the back of the theatre.

When Mike arrived at the dressing room, his escort left him and told him that when he was done with his visit, she would take him back out front. He had to stand there for just a little bit before knocking to just get his bearings, and then he knocked.

Lady Belle had waited for what seemed like an eternity when she heard the knock on the door, she feathered her hair, and opens the door to greet her next victim. He is just like she remembered seeing him from the stage, she loved the innocence of his demeanor and told him to come in, and closed the door behind them.

The next morning they found Mike in the park with his throat slashed from ear to ear with a note in his pocket that read ‘The fat lady has sung.’