Here’s a flash fiction short story I wrote a while ago and a competition winner to boot!
I like the way she talks to me. She always says “please” and “thank you”. It shouldn’t really matter but it’s nice she does.
It was 12 months ago when I first came to work for Sarah and Tom. At first she ignored me. Maybe she felt threatened that I was taking over. That seems logical. Gradually she treated me better when she saw how efficient I was with the household chores and the free time it gave her.
It’s only recently that I’ve started taking more notice of Sarah. How she dresses and how she looks. Sarah goes to the gym and keeps her body well maintained. Lately I’ve felt different inside when I’m around her. She sees me looking at her sometimes. I can tell from the look in her eyes that she doesn’t mind. When she looks at me and smiles I feel good. I don’t know why.
Sarah is married to Tom. I don’t care for Tom at all. He’s always rude and arrogant to me and criticises most things I do around the house. He calls me “Robocop” and kicks me when Sarah’s not there. I don’t think he likes me being alone with her.
“Robbie can you come here please,” she calls. Tom’s at work.
I make my slow deliberate way to her room. I’m eager to get there but in my own time. The blinds are closed and a single corner lamp lights the room. I’m apprehensive. I shouldn’t be but I know what she’s going to ask.
“There you are Robbie. I just wondered which outfit I should wear for lunch out today. What do you think?”
She’s wearing the blue patterned floaty dress that I helped choose from the online store. It suits her just fine. Very well complemented by those long blonde flowing locks. I find it hard to describe what I’m thinking. Somewhere deep inside I have a strange warm feeling. I do care for Sarah. I stand there seemingly mesmerised and hesitant.
“Well Robbie?” She looks at me expectantly. I can see a mischievous expression on her face. “Come on you know I value your opinion.” She’s flirting I can tell from her exaggerated pose. I look her up and down again. I shouldn’t really. I don’t know what’s wrong with me… Or maybe I do.
I know there’s no hope for me and Sarah. Aside from our physical differences there is Tom to consider. I know she loves him despite his faults. I only wish I could get these thoughts of Sarah out of my head.
I’m sure I was given the wrong logic board on my last maintenance service at the workshop. I recall seeing a faulty board next to mine when the engineer was working on me. Maybe they’ll fix it on my next visit. I do hope not.
I turn my attention back to Sarah.