Above Heaven, Below Hell #180: Corporate Wake-ups


Flashes of Sanity has changed name to Above Heaven, Below Hell! I am changeing the name because it is not flash fiction. It is a whole story with chapters!

Four times a week, a chapter of 500 words or less will be published. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.

I would love to know my readers more! So, I’ll be having a question of the week from now on!

This weeks question: who is your favorite character in this little universe? Tell me in the comments! (It’s okay if there are more than one ;))

Today’s entry: Corporate Wake-ups


The sun rose outside the bunker. The apartment that housed one of SurgeRay’s hidden warehouses went from dark to grey, and all life kept hidden from the streets.
A camera filmed the view from a streetlight. Even though it was bent and the glass bowl was crushed, the camera had remained intact. Donald was thankful for that. On his screen inside the bunker, he caught every movement and could ensure that no unnecessary eyes would see him as he and Carl walked out.
“Caught anything?” Carl leaned in over the screen in his new suit. He corrected the sleeves while touching the boar buttons.
“No.” Donald suppressed the smile. “We are good to go.”
Five minutes later both stood at the entrance with backpacks bursting with ammunition on their backs. Donald had revolver in his belt and an automatic rifle tied to the backpack. Carl had the same. Considering, the empty cabinets in the bunker, Donald suspected the man carried more out of sight.
“Where are we heading first?” Carl said.
Donald looked to his right, then his left. “To the southern hills.”
“You really think they still live there? Shouldn’t it be safer to get as far away as possible?”
“It probably is safer?” Donald tapped the can on the right of the backpack. The coffee numbed the echoing steel. “But these guys probably would die before they let status get stolen from them.”
“Pride,” Carl said.
“It is a dangerous baggage to carry.” Donald glanced at the shining button on Carl’s sleeve. “Very dangerous.”
“I suggest we take west and go round the hive.” Carl corrected his sleeve again.
“You are right.” Donald nodded. “The low lives probably still think of it as the best place to own.”
“Yes, because of pride.”
“It is always pride.”
The two walked along the streets. They turned into an alley and disappeared into the darkness. The last the sun saw was the glimmering boars on Carl’s sleeves.

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Flashes of Sanity #158: Lone Wolf

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Today’s entry: Lone Wolf


It took Donald a while, but he finally found an empty apartment complex where he could make his new office. He chose a room high up with a good view over the surrounding streets. The room had a coffee brewer. And after searching the kitchen, he also found the holy black powder itself.
The apartment filled with the heavenly scent as Donald sat himself on a chair by the window.
What should I do?
The question surfaced more to jug his memory than to trigger a brainstorm. The pressing question regarding Sam’s revenge was over. Now, he could take care of more personal matters.
Highest on his list was the board members that kicked him of SurgeRay. Those bastards were no saints. They probably wished they were now when they knew he was back and coming for them.
Then it was the successors of SurgeRay. Mart Adamson was finished. Gary Oliviallo was probably a saint. That left Susanne Queen.
That witch hides somewhere, Donald thought as he scanned the horizon. I will find her no matter where it is.
On the window sill lay the quarter of a crown Dale had given him.
Donald’s face still burned at the thought of Dale breaking the crown.
Such a good weapon, wasted.
At least he knew where it was. If necessary, Donald would have to track them down. Only Dale himself would be problematic in that case.
On one of the buildings, Donald still could see the aftermath of Sam’s flames against the world.
“Where are you now Sam?” Donald asked and smiled. “Scattered on the street. A soul without a home?”
“Feeling confident?”
Donald turned to the man entering the room. “After this win, Carl? Who wouldn’t?”
“True, but you still owe me that suit.”
Donald laughed. “You chose to follow me because of a suit?”
“Of course, these rags are barely holding together.”
“Don’t you worry Carl. I know a place where you will find a good suit.”
The coffee brewer went silent. Donald arose and picked a cup from the sink. He filled it. In his head, he began a list of all board members that needed their head removed. And preferably crushed.
He whistled.
It was a good day to be Donald Diamond.

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