Get Out | Microfiction

Edward Lear arguing couple illustration - "Get Out" flash fiction


“I’m going.”

“Right now.”

“I said I’m going!”

She scowls. “Go faster.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I told you, you arsehole. Get away with you!”

His shoulders sag. “Stop screaming at me.”

“I won’t stop screaming until you leave this house.”

“I just –”


“I need –”


“But I –”

“No ifs, no buts – out!”

“Goddammit, woman, I need my wallet!”

“…Oh.” She retrieves the lost item from the hallway table, which happens to be right in his line of sight. “It’s here, you idiot.”

He snatches the wallet with a surly “Thank you.”

“Now piss off!”

“I am.”

“Not fast enough.”

He opens the door and steps out into the street. He gives her one last look. “Bye then.”

“Bye,” she says. Her face softens at the sight of him. “Love you.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“You know what I’m like,” she says with a shrug. “I get a craving for apple pie and I have to have it. Immediately. It’s a curse.”

He rolls his eyes. “I know. And I love you too, you mad woman.”

She smiles for half a second, and then the scowl is back with a vengeance. “Now piss off to the supermarket, you bastard. And don’t forget the custard.”

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I write one new story each week inspired by a random song from my Spotify library. This week it was “Love Her Madly” by The Doors.

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Ellie Scott is a freelance copywriter and fiction writer from Sheffield, UK. She writes speculative and silly short stories and flash fiction. She has published two short story collections - 'Merry Bloody Christmas' and 'Come What May Day'. In 2018 she was shortlisted for the Bridport Prize Short Story Competition. She can often be found loitering on Twitter (@itsemscott), Instagram (@tinysillystories) and Medium (@elliemaryscott).

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