Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 41
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Excerpts
It’s Not Real
Annie Walters’ nightmare was always the same: a dark night with lightning cracking outside… the front door of her parent’s house wide open… a trail of blood leading from the kitchen to the living room, and her standing over two bodies with a bloody knife in her hands and an incredibly vacant gaze. It was beyond disturbing.
“And why have you come to see me, Miss Walters?” Dr. Novak asked, taking notes on her tablet.
“I need to get these gruesome images out of my head. I’ve been having them for two months straight and they’re beginning to take a toll on my mind. I heard you were the best in dealing with these situations.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m the best,” the quinquagenarian psychiatrist declared, “but it’s true I have plenty of expertise with similar predicaments. Recurring dreams and nightmares aren’t the easiest of things to deal with without understanding how they came to be but I’ll be happy to help you deal with them in any way I can.”
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The Shadows Always Win
His next-door neighbor was a vampire. His secretary was a succubus. The bartender was a werewolf. And Marcus was going crazy.
“No, I’m not,” the late thirties insurance salesman declared over a beer bottle. “I’ve seen these things with my own eyes, Lucas! I know they’re real.”
“Do you really?” his best friend asked, shaking his head. “Because that sounds absolutely ridiculous. Have you been taking your meds?”
The two were sitting in a bar a couple of blocks away from Marcus’ house. He was visibly uncomfortable as if his mind wasn’t connected to his body at all and instead wandered inside a never-ending maze of atrocities beyond human comprehension.
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Where Do I Sign?
Dorothy knocked nervously on her boss’s office door and asked,
“Mrs. Rodriguez? May I come in?”
“Please do, Dorothy,” the dark-haired woman of Hispanic ascent declared as she chewed on a piece of cherry bubblegum.
“Thank you,” the accountant replied, entering the ample space with her head low and hands behind her back. In over ten years of working at the firm, this was the first time being called for a surprise meeting with the upper management and she was less than thrilled about it. Had she done anything wrong?
“You must be wondering why I called you here,” Marise Rodriguez said, overpriced Louboutins resting on a curved glass table.
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You Don’t Believe in Hypnosis
So you don’t believe in hypnosis, huh? I can’t say I’m surprised. Even though going into a trance is something perfectly natural that happens to us several times a day, it makes sense you would choose the alternate route and try to deny it. I don’t blame you for it either.
Why? Because I used to be you like once, a true skeptic in every sense of the word. Whenever someone talked about hypnosis around me, I would shrug and roll my eyes before going on a proverbial tangent explaining how everything about it was impossible and made no sense. You wouldn’t want to be around me back then for I was truly annoying and even rude. I could have lost many a good friend on account of it but I’m glad it didn’t happen.
Why was I like that, you ask? Well, the truth is my first contact with hypnosis was one of those stage shows where everything was telegraphed and people’s reactions were exaggerated to a tee.
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