Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 26

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Excerpts

Hers

The three naked men stood before Mistress Georgia, patiently awaiting her final decision. Their names were Jonathan, Christopher, and Alec, but in her presence, they were known as 004, 012, and 023, the last remaining survivors of a brutal selection process to determine who would become her next personal slave.

The Southern goddess with fair skin, viridescent eyes, and dark brown hair was a paradise of curves that had been dominating the weaker sex before she was old enough to drink and as she grew older her tastes became increasingly more refined. It took a lot to impress her and even more to invite someone into her private circle. Of the thirty-four potential candidates that had contacted her over the Summer, only those three had shown enough resilience to be around her, yet only one would receive the highest honors.

Mistress Georgia crossed her legs and rose from her black velvet chair, a makeshift throne while she waited for the arrival of the real thing.

(…)

Put Me Away

Police officer Jeffrey Wilkes had seen a lot of things in his twelve years in the force but seeing a grown bearded man dropping to his knees at the entrance of the central station on the eve of Halloween and begging to be incarcerated “before it was too late” – his exact words! – was definitely a first.

“Easy there,” the officer approached the distressed individual while a couple of other men and women in blue stopped what they were doing to witness their exchange. “Unlike what some people say, we don’t arrest people willy-nilly. Are you drunk, my friend? Or perhaps you smoked something you shouldn’t have tonight?”

“No. I don’t drink and I don’t do drugs. I’m as sane as I can be for now, but not for long. In less than ten minutes, I’m going to do something awful unless you put me behind bars. I’ve tried to lock myself but it didn’t work. Take me to a holding cell and throw away the keys, please.”

(…)

The End of the World

It was the largest meteor shower the world had ever seen, visible on three separate continents as clear as day but while Marcia was ecstatic to bear witness to such a magnificent cosmic event, Luke was shivering in his boots looking at the blazing sky.

“It’s so beautiful,” she said.

“No, it’s not,” he grumbled, the night air infiltrating his jacket like an insidious virus. “It’s the end of the fucking world!”

“Melodramatic much?” the barely legal blonde looked at him in utter disbelief.

“No. I’m telling you, this is not what it seems. This isn’t a once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon like we’re all being led to believe, but something far more insidious. They’re lying to us, Marcia.”

“Okay, Mr. Conspiracy Theory,” she chuckled. “Care to elaborate? What is going on then?”

“We’re being invaded,” he replied.

(…)

The Fifth Color

There was only one light bulb in the small room Lara sat in but it was enough to bathe it in various degrees of chromatic splendor, visual triggers for her conditioned mind. The light changed colors whenever Goddess Diana wanted something from her and rare were the occasions when her owner didn’t take advantage of her property.

Lara didn’t mind, of course. The days of doubts and fears of not being good enough were past her. Once, she was convinced she would spend the rest of her submissive days alone without no one to worship, but Goddess had taken her in and had trained her to serve her in the most amazing way imaginable.

The light in the rectangular division was white, the signal for relaxation. She was to remain blank during that time, all thoughts lost to a perfect and endless void. Lara breathed normally but didn’t exist as a person when the walls became like a blanket of snow.

(…)

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