Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your weekly dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less.
This week’s entry: Peppers and Incidents
Klaudio was his last name. Alred was his first name. Everyone knew that nowadays. It is apparently hard to miss the guy standing in his stained underwear in front of the rooftop luxury suit every day.
Alred never really understood what the fuss was about, he was just doing his morning stumble. It was the perfect start before a perfect overnight matured burrito breakfast.
It was a lot of things Alred never really understood about living on a rooftop. Like the constant visitors. All the girls offering nighttime snacks and the suits coming with opportunities too good to be true. Alred already had a nighttime snack, it was a burrito, and he considered anyone wearing a suit not trustworthy. They had a noose around their neck, who could trust anyone with that level of stupidity?
The guy visiting Alred today on the other hand, him Alred could put his whole life in the hands of. Those ripped jeans. That messy hair. Those gloomy eyes. That posture. He glowed with trust.
“This pot will show you the world,” the man said and handed Alred a dragon shaped pot.
Sadly, Alred dropped it, immediately. Pots are somehow always slippery.
To Alred’s surprise, peppers began to grow. Pink ones. How weird.
The man giggled. Alred did not really care. A pepper was exactly what, he needed to finish of his burrito. So, he ate one, it became two. Well… Why not eat a whole bunch now when they grow on the floor.
The man’s giggle turned into a growling laugh. Alred could not resist to join in. Then he spat fire on the man’s jeans and man’s laugh turned to screaming.
“I am so sorry,” Alred said. “I will try to take it out.”
He reached for the fire, but accidently stumbled. He hit the man face first, which apparently breeds more fire. The man fell, like all the way down to the street.
“Oh,” Alred sighed. “I better call the police.”
He ate another pink pepper.
Apparently Alred had wings too. Why had he never noticed them before? Life is mysterious sometimes.
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