Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your weekly dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less.
This week’s entry: Criminal Rivalry
Crime lords. Crime lords. Crime lords. Crime lords.
Oh, Donna sighed, so many they were. Oh, so jealous they were.
You start a pandemic of murders. They must start a pandemic of murders.
You pin it on an unaware father. They pin it on some other sad f*cker.
Donna leaned over the newspaper. Five photos lined up on the frontpage. Five mass murderers finally caught. The mysterious corpses who had been filling the streets since the beginning of the summer where no longer so mysterious. They were just victims.
The police must be so proud. They blamed the alien attack for how long it took them to solve the mess. The truth was more like they had no idea what they were doing. They probably never would.
Wonder how many fathers there would be on the famous thunder chair this year, Donna thought. Probably too many.
With the pictures Donna planted, her father wouldn’t even get the chance to see it. She giggled. He never stood a chance.
The only problem now was to keep everyone thinking he was a monster. After all, he was the only one who has not confessed at this point.
That’s probably a good way to use all those crime lords. All those who still held on to their turf unaware of what was happening among them. Donna threw away the newspaper and began scribbling on her notepad.
All her thoughts ended up on the paper in messy lines. She loved this part. The planning. The adrenaline when she realized how far she had to push the limits was intoxicating. Arousing even.
When she was finished, she looked at the scribbles. There were still pieces missing. Someone who could get under their skin without endangering her.
She knew who that was. Everyone with some connections knew who that was. She shivered. Some bogeymen she had learned were real. The reviewer was one of them. She was not sure she wanted him to know about her. That could mean real danger.
But she needed him. He was the only one who could put the other crime lords on their place once she moved to phase two. The adrenaline spiked again as she began to prepare for how to contact him.
“Why did I kill Mia,” she mumbled. “That puppet would have been perfect here.”
She shrugged the thought away. With Mia still by her side, she wouldn’t be where she was today. She would probably be in her bed playing with her thoughts. That depressing place was the last thing she wanted.
So, she needed to create a new puppet. Someone fragile with nothing to lose in a new friend. She scanned her yearbook.
Then she locked on the smelly kid.
He would be perfect.
With a smile on her face the plan fell into place piece by piece. She shivered again.
Dear crime lords, she thought. I am coming for you.
Copyright © David B. Johansson 2021