Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your daily dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less.
Today’s entry: Cell Mate
She crawled across the cell. The dirt scratched against her naked chest. Red turned red.
”Look how the beetle crawls.”
She ignored the man. Just as she had done every time he had spoken. She focused on the bucket. She focused on her children screaming in her ears. The cell door opened.
”You wanted to demolish these soul cells. Just because they had no use any more.”
The bunny ears he made as he talked sounded through his voice.
”But look, we found a use for them.”
His breath hit her neck. She shivered.
“You stink, just like the rest of you suited monsters. Under that fancy cologne and all that make-up you are uglier than the rest of us. You should be lucky someone finds interest in you.”
She scratched her nails against the concrete floor as she moved her arms faster back and fourth. He slammed his knee against her back.
“Please,” she said.
“No,” he leaned closer to her ear. “You should thank us for not letting you die like so many of your colleagues. We saved you.”
She grabbed the prison bars. She tried to pull herself towards them but the knee held her in place.
“Say thank you.”
Please, let me die and be at peace, she thought.
He grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face to the ground.
“Your choice,” he saif. “Just remember, this is for all the pain you forced the rest of us through when you could have stopped the automation. This is your choice.”
She screamed. From the cells next to her other screams answered. Together they built a choir of pain.
Copyright © David B. Johansson 2021