Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 21

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Excerpts

Being Good

Greta leaned against a lonely stone pillar, away from prying eyes, and sipping what appeared to be a glass of red wine, but Jonathan knew better. His older sister had been a person of peculiar tastes even from a tender age, but things had become increasingly chaotic following the conversion. She wasn’t to blame for the event itself, but the same couldn’t be said about the madness that followed. Restraint was something she hadn’t mastered yet, and it was always on to him to clean up after her mess.

The party at Jonathan’s house that night was almost dead, with the guests slowly drifting away, ready to return to their homes. Jonathan approached Greta, a spark of fury visible in his twinkling eyes, and said,

“We need to talk.”

“Do we really?” she waved her right hand dismissively as if swatting an annoying fly.

“Yes. Damn it, Greta! You promised you would keep things under control tonight.”

(…)

Guest of Honor

It was the first time I was attending a latex party and, by the looks of it, it was bound to be the last as well. It was all because of my sister, who insisted I should go out more and explore new things. Newsflash, Erika: some of us like our routines and conservative “boring” life. How I was roped into agreeing with this and having to endure dozens of unattractive grown-ups in skintight outfits is beyond me, but it happened and I’m not happy about it, or maybe I should I say I wasn’t happy until…

Yes, something happened, something I definitely didn’t see coming and changed everything for me. There I was, looking for a way out of that god-forsaken place while my sister was busy chitchatting with a goth woman old enough to be our mother when she stepped into the room, drawing everyone’s eyes toward her black and blue catsuit that was something out of an impossible wet dream. She had more curves than I’d ever seen in a woman, and they were all to die for. With her spectacular golden locks, cherry lips, and a crystal pendant dangling from her supple neck, she was suddenly all I could think of.

(…)

Protocol

The first thing Amanda did after entering her apartment in Downtown Jersey City was to kick the shoes away and walk to her bedroom, barefooted. Taking the new pair of heels to work had been a mistake she was going to pay for dearly in the days to come. She sat on her bed, faux leather skirt dropping at her ankles, and massaged the soles with vigorous rubs. The relief was immediate yet short-lived. One of these days, she would have to learn that wanting to be fashionable never worked for her.

Amanda finished her self-care routine and slipped into something more comfortable. She had no plans for the weekend, so the good old purple pajamas would have to suffice. As for dinner, there were still some mac n’ cheese leftovers and who could say no to a pint of strawberry cheesecake ice cream for dessert? She headed to the kitchen, whistling the latest hit from her favorite K-Pop band, and thinking to herself how lucky she was to be done for the week. Whatever came to be, nothing would disturb her peaceful state of mind.

And then her phone rang.

(…)

Time for Pain

Dina entered the basement where her three pets were being kept, each one in his respective cage, with a bowl of water and some food remains from the other day. On particularly cold nights, she would add a blanket or two, but it was the end of May, Summer was around the corner, and the heat waves were already becoming more aggressive. What they had was enough.

020, formerly known as Thomas, had been the first of the new batch to accept his new position in life. He would drop to his fours whenever she stopped by and stick out his wet tongue to lick her feet only when instructed to do so. He had given up on the complexities of the human language long ago, now resorting only to a series of short barks and whines when he was upset or feeling threatened. For the rest of the time, he was a mirrored example of happiness, freed from societal constraints that didn’t fit him.

(…)

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