Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 40
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Excerpts
Eighth Time is the Charm
Terence screamed inside the Rewriting Chamber, bloodshot eyes in utter shock at his girlfriend’s betrayal.
“Abby, please! Don’t do this!”
“Can you please put him to sleep already?” The auburn-haired flight attendant addressed her new doctor. “His antics are grating on my nerves.”
“In a moment, Miss Hayes,” Dr. Dina Johnson, a sexagenarian woman with a raspy, tobacco voice, replied. “We just need to take care of some formalities first. This is your first time in our clinic, correct?”
“Yes, but not my first procedure. I used to go to another place on the Southern Bank but my doctor retired and it’s never been the same since. I was told you are currently the best in the business.”
“Whoever told you that knows his stuff, that’s for sure. So… how many Mind Wipes has your boyfriend had already?”
“Seven, not counting today’s, of course.”
(…)
Royal Incubator
The hundredth needle pierced through Kara’s skull as she lay helpless inside an anti-gravity cell thousands of miles above the Earth’s atmosphere. The alien voices in her head had been adamant that she would feel no pain and no harm would come to her. As always, the voices were wrong.
“Let me go! I want to go home!” she growled, hands and ankles chained by a mysterious fluorescent green light.
“In due time,” said the centipede-head creature peering through her prison. “This will not hurt.”
“The hell it won’t! It’s been hurting from the start! What do you want?”
“The Queen must be revived,” said another entity, this one looking at her from above. “You will help us do it.”
(…)
Saint Justine
Saint Justine was the most beautiful woman Aiden had ever seen. With long platinum blonde hair cascading over her angelic shoulders, light gray irises that invited everyone to lose themselves, and soft pink lips, her visage was as soothing as intimidating. She sat on a rainbow-colored carpet, with the symbol of her church, a capital J emblazoned by dragon wings, inscribed on a pedestal behind her, and a porcelain tea set to her right. As he approached her, she started pouring a cup for herself and another for him.
“What brings you to my presence, child?” the enigmatic spiritual leader said with the voice of someone who had truly been blessed by the gods. She didn’t look a year older than twenty and yet her magnetic aura was charged with the weight of several centuries.
Aiden stumbled inside her majestic tent under the watchful eye of three guards clad in black and replied,
“Pain.”
“Pain comes in many forms, child. What is yours and how is it haunting you?”
(…)
What’s Going On?
Zack scratched his scruffy beard and shook his head. There was absolutely nothing special about Jenna’s necklace. It comprised a black string with golden filaments intertwined and a solitary octagonal-shaped rock hanging from it. Everything about it screamed ‘flea market’ and nothing more so why was everyone on campus looking at it like it was the most beautiful thing in the universe?
“Seriously, what’s up with that?” he mumbled as he watched the petite redhead walk by. “Andrew? Andrew, are you even listening to me?”
He slapped the back of his best friend’s head who immediately jumped to attention with unmistakable confusion in his voice.
“Huh? What did you say?”
“Are you okay, dude?”
(…)
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