Valentine Vitriol based loosely on a real life event

Splinter Sister
"Your sister sent this Valentine did she?" railed Carla scrabbling through the box of birthday cards previously received, searching for a sample of precious Perdita's pen.
"Here is proof she isn't the culprit!" she screamed, sending the card skimming across the room to where her husband of four years to the day sat. The card made contact, cutting his forehead.
"Ouch!" he yelled "you've drawn blood.!"
"I'll do more than draw blood. I'll draw your bloody affair for the world to see. How could you?"
“Carla, please try and remain calm, you'll see more clearly if you do” chided Chris wiping the blood from his brow. “She's obviously involved another partner in crime in this latest wind up.”
“I really wish I could believe you, you've been so tired and preoccupied lately, you can't blame me for thinking you've been occupying someone elses bed because nothing much has happened in ours recently!”she sobbed, uncontrollably now.
He tried to comfort her as he searched for why his sister would pull such a stunt.
“Maybe she is trying to drive a wedge between us” he spoke questioningly, crossing the room and picking up the torn envelope and card responsible for their row.
“I'll take a wedge and stick it up her backside if that's her game!” Carla cried, confusingly. “She likes me, doesn't she?”
That's the trouble Chris thought, bending to pick up the torn envelope addressed to her, wondering just how he would get the splinters out.
250 words

55 Word Fiction Challenge

55 Word Fiction

Bag bursting with brambles, they rambled along the line. Annie, traipsed behind hitting each kiss-curl pin with the steel pole; their laughter rang out with each clank. The loose metal curl twirled through the summer air as the engine driver pushed back the springy silver strand from his eyes before it hit.

55 words

@AnnJudson

Second Flash Fiction with thanks to Sarah...

Interloping Disaster
Sarah clambered into the Church Shop window, clutching a pair of salad tongs and a plastic bag, whilst chuntering at Sue's attempt at window dressing.
“I said I'd be calling in after my leg waxing” she scolded as she stumbled across the dressing table detritus.
“Just why has she strewn the black feather boa around a flea-bitten cat-scratching pole?” Sarah had demanded Sue save it so she could try it on with the outfit she'd bought for her 'Strictly Cull the Seagulls Charity Event.' The Churchyard was growing a Guano coating thicker than the icing on a Mary Berry carrot cake.
“I'll have to sterilise it before I try it on now,” she continued scathingly, stretching across the display with the tongs.
Across the street Sue was poised ready to capture her handiwork for the Parish magazine. The flash caught Sarah unawares.
“Oops, not just leg waxing then...” Sue sniggered.

My first Visual Dare

Here is my first foray into the flash fiction world. With generous help from a friend.

“They are due down the drive at any moment so stay hidden. The gullible guard hasn't rumbled us yet” Phil whispered through pursed lips, fearful of drawing attention.

“We have the element of surprise on our side with this disguise.” mumbled Liz through the mac.

The proud couple walked slowly toward the impatient press pack with their precious bundle.

Surreptitiously they sidled past the guard in order to gain the best view point.

The guard grinned as their camera clicked and they captured the first image of their grandchild. How he wished they would embrace modern technology and use the hospital's secret entrance.