Flashes of Sanity #171: Shades of Departure

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

Today’s entry: Shades of Departure

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Gary Oliviallo turned back towards the beach. A bartender and a coconut-dancer waved him off. He waved back.
“I will see you soon,” he said.
They laughed back at him.
Right, he thought. I don’t believe it either. The water stretched for as long as he could see. Gary laughed.
“It is in shades!” He shouted.
The wind pushed him on until the grey swallowed his view in all directions. He pulled the ropes and glanced at the compass on his arm. The digital numbers above the compass told him it was dinner time.
He filled up on energy. So far, a pointless precaution. Once he reached outside of the states, he believed it to be necessary.
I hope the change won’t let my soul free. I hope my body will hold together.
The risk was there. It all hang on the wounds his body accumulated. Were they permanent? Or had they healed? The pain had passed at least.
That had to be a good thing, right?
“I don’t know Gray,” he mumbled with food stuffed into his mouth. “But we made it to a spaceship with a whole lot of I don’t knows, so I guess this will go alright too.”
It took him a day before the ship reached the border. He felt it in a chock travelling through his body. A soul keeping the being together reverted into its passive role. Lungs cried. A heart moved slow under bones. Thoughts became slow.
Please. Let. It. Work.
His breathe returned. A heart once dead found its normal beat among the living. The lungs pushed air out his mouth in celebration.
“I made it!”
The blood found its way through empty veins. Every part of Gary’s body stung as the emptiness was forced away. The soul fed the brain with thoughts. The brain took them all in and made them part of the being that died in war. He fell to the deck exhausted from feeding a body need all the energy it could find. He took sugar from the pantry and butter from the fridge. He stuffed himself with it all as fast as he could and felt the energy pushing his body out from the coma.
The man that was Gray returned.
“Do you like it?” He asked his body. “It’s in shades, just like me.”

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Flashes of Sanity #143: Shaded Sailor

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Gary crossed the deck. He forced the boat to turn. Then a wave crashed into him and he was thrown ashore. The wave pushed him down to the bottom.
It had taken Gary a half an hour to realize that research wasn’t his thing. It hadn’t been back when he acquired SurgeRay and saved 50 kids from a gruesome death, so why should it have changed until now?
Gary opened his eyes under the water. He inhaled the salt liquid and pushed his body to the shore.
His lungs screamed, but why should he care? It was a body believing that it was about to die. Nothing more.
Everything went dark. Everything blurred back into the light.
The island was completely cut off from the outside world now. It just took the TV and the radio to go down for that to happen. The last they heard about was a murderous Santa and his elves creating chaos.
Gary crawled his way up on the shore. He forced the water up from his lungs.
“Why are you torturing yourself son?” Frank one of the bartenders asked.
“Because why not?” Gary answered.
“The only thing you have accomplished is turning your skin grey from the exhaustion.”
“Isn’t that wonderful.” Gary arose. He stretched his back and scanned the horizon for his boat. “I am in shades.”
“You will never find the answers at the bottom of the sea.” Frank said. “It is a waste of your time.”
“Maybe not at the bottom of the sea but when I get that boat going, I can go wherever I want. And then I can find any answer I want. One of them might be about dragons and the other one might be about Santa Claus.”
Frank sighed. Gary waddled back into the water.
“When I grew up there was talk about peppers that made you breath fire,” Frank said. “They where at the top of the snowy mountains on the mainland. If you are going to mindlessly search you answers, maybe, that’s a good place to start.”
Gary looked back. He was up to his wait in the water.
“Thanks Frank. I will look into that.”
As Gary dove back into the water, Frank spread his wings. He smiled as he took off.
When Gary reached the boat, Frank was already up above the clouds. And another Frank walked the shore. This Frank tugged at a dancer’s arm and pointed at Gary. They both laughed at Gary’s pointless quest. And they both walked on unknowing of the winged monster glaring at them from above the clouds.

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Flashes of Sanity #103: Coconuts

Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your daily dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less.

This week’s entry: Coconuts

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Phil cleaned the glass with his apron. His eyes hadn’t left the TV in 20 minutes.
“Can you believe it? It has to be some kind of joke, right?”
“I don’t know Phil…” One of the dancers leaned over the bar and poured herself a glass of beer. “It happened to my cousin too. Dead in some kind of drug deal gone wrong. Buried like if he was a saint, and now… well.” She points in the direction of the TV. “He lives with grandma’”
Phil sighed in disbelief before turning back to the TV and the young girl being interviewed.
“It was fire,” she sobbed. “Fire everywhere. And all the screams. All the pain.”
The interviewer leaned over to her. “You don’t have to continue to that place, child. Instead tell us about what happened when you got to see your mom again.”
“Suddenly everything stopped and I woke up underground. And then I got to see my… We hugged.” The girl crumbles and all becomes an uninterpretable mess of sobs and mumbles.
“Well…” Phil continued with cleaning the next glass. “This will mean more customers, right? You know, the dead arising got to mean business will be booming.”
The dancer smiled and sipped her beer. “We sure would need some right now, don’t you think so?” She glanced at the empty beach. “I would love for a reason to put on the coconut dress once mo…”
She stopped and turned towards the ocean.
“Phil, isn’t that someone floating by the beach?”
Phil covered his eyes from the sun. “You are right.” He jumped over the bar and the both of them ran towards the body drifting up the beach.
“Hey!” Phil shouted even though a body floating like that should not be able to hear him. The back up, and the face in the water, that was death in a nutshell. “Are you okay?”
The dancer quickly turned the half naked body around. The face was pale from the time in the water. The two eyes scanned them. The body convulsed and the man threw himself to the side just before the ocean came pouring out his mouth.
“Yummy,” he said with a shrimp still locked inside his mouth. Then he threw up some more.
Phil put his hand on the man’s shoulders. The dancer’s glances showed the same confusion he himself felt. The man began laughing.
“Look,” he wheezed and pointed to his grey underwear. “At least it didn’t take my boxers.”
He then quickly locked his eyes on the dancer. “Do you like them? They are in shades just like me.”

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