Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your weekly (during July it is daily!) dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less.
Today’s entry: A+ Assay
’This year I want to be better than the last.’
Donna looked up at clock on the wall. Five minutes had passed. She yawned.
’Thousand years ago my friend died by the hands of a cult. It was just 10 months, but when you count the hours, time curves in the most mysterious way. Days turn to months.’
Donna looked at the clock one more time. Two more minutes had passed. She forced a tear and let it fall to the page for dramatic effect.
With lectures like these every day turn into months, she thought.
‘I still think a lot about her face in the sand, in the blood, in the casket. My days with her became too few.’
Donna rubbed her eyes. She sobbed. Then she looked down on her scribbles and held back a smile.
‘I still don’t understand how they could do it. What did she ever do to them? She never deserved any of the wounds they gave her.’
Donna let her pencil break while writing the next ‘she’.
Perfect, she thought.
“I just can’t,” she sighed and suddenly arose from her seat. She ran out with her backpack over her shoulder. She glanced over her shoulder to see the teachers reaction.
Jupp, the donkey face swallowed it all.
She didn’t stop running until she was far off the school yard. Not until she was at the graveyard. It was where everybody expected her to be.
By the grave, she fell down to her knees and dug until she found a metal box.
“Thanks for holding them for me Mia,” she said and putt a pill on her tongue. “You were always so willing to help.”
Donna leaned herself against the large rock. The world turned doozy. How wonderful with a new summer.
“You know what the best part was?” She asked. “I got you to collect all their fingerprints. You even helped me gather the victims and plant the evidence.”
She giggled, both from the memory and the pill kicking in. “Two dead and ten in prison for murder. That was over expectations.”
“This summer I will hit it big! The body count will be marvelous. What do you say? Should I frame donkey face this time?”
Donna paused and let rush swallow her.
“No, you are right. Let’s stick to the plan. There are more important heads that need some rolling.”
Copyright © David B. Johansson 2021