Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your weekly dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less.
This week’s entry: Parking ticket
A ticket!? A bloody ticket!?
”I have parked inside the lines,” Miko shouted. ”What kind of bullshit is this?”
”Not a ticket, Miko,” his employer said and stretched for the paper slip. ”It is the wrong color, you should know that.”
”What is it then?”
”A note.” The employer scanned the paper in just about two seconds too long for Miko to find it healthy.
”Or rather an invitation,” the employer continued as Miko pressed a button on his car key and the two front doors opened.
The fact that his employer preferred the front seat over the back luxurious back seat still confused Miko. Even though he had gotten it explained to him a dozen times. Everyone wanted to be seen as royalty. Every one except this guy who claimed that seeing what was going on was ’the more preferable in going for a ride.’ The employer didn’t want anyone to open the door either. The automatic system Mika had installed was borderline and almost costed him the job.
”What kind of invitation is it then?” Miko threw himself into the driver’s seat.
His employer first checked the interior to make sure everything was spotless.
”It doesn’t say,” the employer said. ”It only says that Mr. Maldo wants our attention.”
Miko got one of those glares that his employer was so good at. A glare with a mix of disappointment and annoyance. Miko cared very little for that kind of intolerant behavior.
”Yes,” the employer said. ”The one recently accused of murder and pedophilia. He seems to know a great deal about some shady people.”
The radio started at the same time as the engine gave of its first purr.
”Four murdered today on the street. Is it the same killer? Will there be more? Stay tuned on radio Fast Lane as we follow the events live from our studio.”
”Intriguing,” the man in the passenger seat mumbled. ”Miko, plaese take me to the address on this invitation. This someone, not Mr. Maldo, has caught my attention. I think whatever is at that address will be of great interest to us.
”Sure, boss.” Miko put in the first gear and pressed down the pedal.
”Please, Miko. Serious people call me The Reviewer.”
Copyright © David B. Johansson 2021