Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your weekly dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less.
This week’s entry: Bedtime Arguments
”Should we take her out?” One of the voices asked. One of the women. The words faded as the mother drifted back into unconsciousness. It was an unconsciousness filled with explosions. Sparks of memories flaring up just to shrink back into the black. Screams. Pain. Red. Oh, so much red. Her own and all the anger raining down on her in fists and feet.
“Why?” One of the men asked. “She is of better use to us alive.”
All the red vanished in an instant to give room for the pleads echoing in the distant.
“Mom.” Three voices. Three cries. Uncountable tears.
“What do you mean?” The mother recognizes the voice. A man she herself had to give the bad news. His laugh explodes in a new memory along with the pain piercing through her legs.
“Just think about it, every time she enters the room will be reminder for everyone in the room of what we are capable off.” “Besides,” the man continues. “ Three lives are enough don’t you think so?”
The three bodies flashes in the mother’s memory. It focuses on each of the three children she once called her sons and her daughter. It was the last they showed her before the final hit over her head. She sobs in her sleep.
“And we have grander plans, don’t we? Hell will burn brighter than ever before.”
The five visitors leave the room where a mother mourns what she once called her life. They shake hands with the nurses.
And as soon as they leave the nurses lower her drip of pain relievers.
Copyright © David B. Johansson 2021