Friday Fictioneers – Accidents Happen

So, um… how shall I put this?

I couldn’t come up with a good Angelique vignette that wouldn’t give away too much of her story’s end, so I did something a little different.

I came up with a bad Angelique vignette. If you recall, before becoming an Usher, she was an Avenger, with tasks less kind than her current ones. This would be one of her darker moments…

Copyright-Janet Webb

Photo Copyright-Janet Webb

Accidents Happen (100 words)

Angelique strode through the rotting wall, ignoring the door. It unsettled people, and she wanted him to squirm.

“Who are you?”

His stench arrested her, even from several yards. She snarled, eyes narrowed at the foul creature, body tense with anticipation.

“You may call me Vengeance. I answer the cries of the seven girls whose blood seeps through the soil outside this barn.”

He cursed, threw his bottle, sending a shower of beer arcing through dusty air. As he lunged at her, he stumbled. She stooped, slid an ax across the ground to cushion his fall.

“Accidents happen,” she crooned.


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53 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Accidents Happen

  1. Dear LIsa,
    I enjoyed (?) seeing this side of Angelique. You gave her another dimension which gives her more credibility. I don’t know that I’d call this her bad side, though. Poetic justice. I’ll admit I liked the “cushion” line. We’re artists so we’re all a little disturbed, right? That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

    • Reminds me of a U2 line – “Every poet is a cannibal. Every artist is a thief. All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief.”

      Seriously, though, I did consider whether this act would be in keeping with Angelique’s character, and more importantly, in the character of her boss. I decided it was a matter of justice – and that a world without justice would be an awful place indeed, that a little justice is, in fact, a very good thing. Who knows how many more bodies might have accumulated outside the barn had Angelique not been sent to intervene? As for the girl herself, she has a character arc to live through, and this is the very beginning of that arc, so I think – knowing the rest of the arc – that it’s perfectly fine for her to croon over accidents. 😉

      That’s my story, anyhow…

        • In my head, I think I just saw her, with her knowledge of all the evil humans do, watching God work on that lump of clay and wondering why on earth (no pun intended) He bothers with us at all. It was a desire to understand His heart that led her to volunteer to be an Usher, and the close contact with humanity that eventually leads her to feel agonizing compassion for us. Does that make sense? I never saw her falling away from grace, as much as I saw her falling in love with humankind to the point that her heart breaks for us.

          I guess this is one of those details I’ll have to sort through…

    • Thank you, Ted. If I remember correctly, you once called Angelique “bad to the bone.” I knew better, and I think you quickly learned better, but oh, how fun it is to make her look bad! 🙂 I’m so glad you enjoyed the story!

  2. Great character, Angelique! “…slid an ax across the ground to cushion his fall.” Nice one! ‘ax’ and ‘cushion’ sit so unnicely together! I spell ‘ax’ as ‘axe’. Ignore, if this is a British/US spelling thing.

  3. I too love that line that everyone else loves. Now you have a rep. 😉 I liked it. Justice is sometimes dark, but I don’t think he will be missed.

  4. Loved this. Those first two sentences fantastic – walking through rotting walls and making people squirm. Am I wrong to like this version of Angelique? I could see this playing out – you’ve drawn the scene so well.

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