Writer’s Prompt: The Best Dish Served Cold: A Flash Fiction Story of Revenge

Five years of heartbreak led to this exact moment—but is revenge ever as sweet as it promises?

The Bitter Root

Cindy Chavez nursed the hurt like a drunk nurses a shot of cheap whiskey—slowly, tasting every drop of the poison she’d carried for exactly five years.

Her mind took the express back to that cool September night. Larry’s text had been brief: Caught up with a client, honey. Raincheck. When she texted her best friend, Simone, looking for a dinner companion, the reply was just as dismissive: Swamped with work, let’s do next week!

Needing comfort, Cindy had driven to Camela’s, the cozy Italian bistro where Larry had proposed. She wanted to wrap herself in good memories. Sat in their exact booth, she was scanning the menu when the front door chimed.

Her breath caught. Entering the restaurant, laughing softly, were Larry and Simone. They were walking together, their sides pressed flush, closer than skin on a snake.

Now, five years later, Larry and Simone were living the dream. Married. A house in the suburbs. A perfect life built on the ashes of her broken heart.

Cindy stood across the street from their anniversary party, a heavy, unmarked envelope clutched in her hand. Inside were copies of the financial records she’d spent months quietly unearthing—proof of the embezzled funds Larry had used to buy their perfect house, and the hidden offshore account Simone kept from him.

She walked toward the venue’s glass doors. Breaking them would be so easy. A single elegant delivery, and their beautiful bubble would burst into absolute chaos.

Cindy reached the door, her fingers wrapping around the cold brass handle. She pulled it open an inch, looking at the happy couple smiling inside. Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Finish the Story

Does Cindy deliver the devastating envelope and claim her long-awaited revenge, or does a last-minute message change everything? How does the confrontation play out? Write the ending and decide her fate.

Writer’s Prompt: A Father’s Ashes, A Son’s Secret: A Story of Betrayal and Vengeance

Writer’s Prompt

Frenchy Gamache never missed a day. Rain, illness, exhaustion — nothing kept him from visiting Charlie Evans at the assisted care living center at 4:00 p.m. Charlie, once a quick-witted storyteller, now drifted between worlds, his memories dissolving like fog retreating before the sun.

Most days, Charlie didn’t know his own name. But that day — that terrible day — clarity returned. His hands trembled as he gripped Frenchy’s sleeve and whispered, “He’s trying to kill me. My son… he wants me gone.”

Frenchy hesitated. Dementia was a thief of truths — replacing memories with ghosts. Was this another ghost… or the last honest message Charlie would ever speak?

Two days later, Charlie was dead.

Thirty-six hours later, he was ash.

No funeral. No goodbye. No dignity.

Frenchy stood outside the crematorium, fists clenched, heart burning with certainty: Charlie’s son hadn’t just wanted him gone — he made it so.

And Frenchy vowed, with cold resolve,

he would make him pay.


Writer’s Question

What moment in this story convinces you that Charlie’s death was murder — and how would you begin Frenchy’s revenge arc?

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