Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your weekly (during July it is daily!) dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less.
Today’s entry: Quarrel Below Cellar Level
Three children lay in their beds. They are very comfy beds. In a world of stone and fire it is the best one can find.
Yet, the tiny red heads don’t close their eyes. They look at each other. The middle sister signals for her little brother to keep quiet. Let mother and father fight. Tomorrow is a new, better, day.
”You knew this!?” Their father screams.
”Everyone knew this.” The mother argued back. ”Everyone except you and the goat brained friends of yours.”
”Why didn’t you tell me?” Their father’s shadow grabs his horns and seemingly tries to pull them of his head, like he always does in distress. Last time they saw him do that was when grandma died.
The little brother sobs. The middle sister quickly crawls into his bed and caresses the little head.
”Hush,” she says. ”Everything will be fine, tomorrow.”
”They fired everyone. A little heads up would have been the right thing to do. ”
”Don’t you think I tried. All those promotions I begged you to take. But you ignored it all. Just because you were lazy.”
”I’m not lazy! The automatic systems were not supposed to be in place for another couple of years. I was going to take a promotion soon.”
”And then you couldn’t handle a flood of deaths while the machines proved more than capable. You can’t wait forever, you know!”
”It was an alien attack! Who could have predicted an alien attack!”
”Everyone who checked the Galactica reports!”
”You are impossible!” Their father shouted. A door slammed. A mother sobbed.
”Hush,” a sister said. ”Everything will be fine. Tomorrow.”