Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your weekly dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less.
This week’s entry: Crisis in thoughts
Captain Cassandra Crisis stared at the blank screen.
Why does this never end? Why does every gangster has to be replaced with two more?
They had caught five mass-murderers, wasn’t that enough?
No, it wasn’t, she sighed. It never was. Just as she closed the laptop she got it confirmed once again.
Two new murders. Within 30 minutes.
Cassandra looked up to see Kara lean in through the office door.
“Yes,” she rubbed her temples. “ It looks like we will have another rough day tomorrow.”
“Again?” Kara frowned. Then she lit up. “You know what? We need to take the edge off!”
“You think so?” Casandea had to admit, the thought of a scotch down the throat didn’t sound like a bad idea.
“I know so,” Kara said. “And I know just the place. An abandoned warehouse turned into this scary house bar kind of thing. I promise this is an experience you won’t forget for the rest of your life.”
“You got a point!” Cassandra arose from her desk. “Let’s do this!”
Just as she grabbed her coat, her phone buzzed once more. She glanced at it, and sighed.
“You know what? We’ll call in the others instead. This will be a long and stressful night.”
The murder count had doubled in just a few minutes. The phone buzzed as the word ‘BLOODBATH’ popped up below the latest update.
“This has become an all hands on deck thing.” Crisis sighed. “We’ll take the scary house bar kind of thing another day.”
The frown on Kara’s face broke in a smile. “Sure, I will hold you to your words.”
Copyright © David B. Johansson 2021