Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 37
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Excerpts
Better than Food
(…)
“Honey, do you want Thai or Mexican tonight?” he asked.
“How about neither?” Judy replied, hair dripping by the bathroom’s threshold. She had just exited a warm, refreshing shower, and seemed peeved he had declined to join her. “There are plenty of leftovers in the fridge and food should not go to waste.”
“We can eat them tomorrow. Come on, help me out here.”
“Sorry, you’re on your own. There are so many wonderful things we could be doing right now and all you care about is your stomach?” she pouted.
“Okay. What did you have in mind?”
“I finished my hypnosis course while you were away,” she cupped her exposed breasts. “I could give you a demonstration if you’re up for it.”
Howard laid down the phone on the bed and stared inquisitively at her.
“You want to hypnotize me with your boobs?”
“Would that be such a bad thing?”
(…)
Black and White
The game had been surprisingly tough until that moment but Lucy had finally found a way to break through Carmen’s defenses. With a twisted smile on her lips, she said,
“That was a mistake,” and moved one of her rooks to the seventh rank.
“Really?” Carmen sipped her strawberry daiquiri and chuckled. “I don’t think so.”
“Please! I’m about to nuke your entire pawn structure with this piece alone and there’s nothing you can do about it. If you were smart, you’d resign right now to avoid further embarrassment.”
“And if you were smart, you wouldn’t count your chickens before they hatch. Take a good look at the board. I wanted you to move that piece there, silly.”
“Impossible!” Lucy exclaimed, doubling down on their assessment of the situation.
(…)
Happy Birthday, Dear Tracy
“Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday, dear Tracy,
Happy birthday to you.”
A choir of happy voices echoed inside Victor and Denise’s house. Their only daughter had turned eighteen and there was much to celebrate. Everyone on both sides of the family was there but also a handful of friends from college and people from each parent’s workplace. They were all having a good time, and the chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla three-tiered cake was bound to make things even better, but there was more on the horizon.
“It’s almost time,” Denise said, glancing at her wristwatch after the song was done.
“I know,” Victor replied. “Will you take care of the lights or do you want me to do it?”
“Do you mind if it’s you?”
“Not at all. Just don’t start without me, okay?”
(…)
Special Announcement
Dina Hawthorne finished putting on her make-up before the night’s announcement. Usually, she had someone to do it for her but she had parted ways with her assistants the week before. It was the only way to ensure their safety, or at least pretend so. No one was really safe from The Overladies no matter how much they thought otherwise.
Dina was the President of Earth, a position she had obtained after the untimely demise of the last official. His death had been attributed to natural causes, the perfect euphemism for a death ray shot through the clouds. It was their perfect way of punishment, a stark reminder of the true extent of their power. No colony had ever broken free from their galactic dominion and the third rock from the sun would not be the first.
(…)
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