Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 46
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Excerpts
Death, Taxes, and Hypnosis
Alphonse Gabriel Capone, sometimes known by the nickname “Scarface”, sat in his Chicago home, drinking a glass of Bourbon. The co-founder and boss of the Chicago Outfit was enjoying a moment of respite away from the trials and tribulations of his criminal affairs when he suddenly glanced to the right and saw a young woman with gorgeous amber eyes donning a black leather ensemble. Resting on her lap was a small orb, irradiating blue light.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Capone. I hope I’m interrupting,” she smirked.
“Who are you and how did you get in here?” the gangster said, immediately reaching for a revolver.
“Hmm, I could say that I’m a friend,” the time-traveling hypnotist crossed her legs, “but then I’d be lying. You may think of me as a visitor.”
“An unwelcome one as I don’t recall inviting you over.”
“You didn’t have to. I make my own invites. And if you’re thinking about shooting me, you’ll only end up hurting yourself.”
(…)
Little Trish
Alexandra Ryder was sunbathing in a hotel pool on the island of Crete, Greece when her smartphone rang. It was her “boss”, General Rupert Hayes, no doubt looking for an update on her latest assignment.
“Alexandra?” the decorated military officer said.
“Yes, General?”
“Where have you been? You were supposed to have reported your findings yesterday,” he replied, visibly perturbed.
“Yeah, I know, but I was distracted by more pressing matters,” she replied nonchalantly.
“I’m pretty sure getting a late summer tan is not more important than tracking down an international terrorist.”
“Not when you’re a woman with a certain reputation to maintain… However, you need not worry, sir. Your problem has already been taken care of.”
(…)
Proud
Brenda Sullivan loved speed dating. It was quite entertaining to be in a large room, surrounded by dozens of people, all of them somewhat desperate to be noticed and appreciated while she observed their reactions and noted those who would make good hypnotic subjects to play with in the future. However, occasionally, she did it on the spot and that’s where speed trancing came in.
The man sitting before her at the Belvedere Club was called Jim Banks. He was in his early forties, worked as a bank manager, and loved assertive women. He was hardly a looker but dressed well, smelled nice, and was obviously smitten by her. A curious individual through and through, he had far too many questions to ask her in the short time allotted, so he chose the ones that allowed him to gain the most information about her without sounding too needy. The sentence that caught her attention the most was,
“Tell me something you’ve created you’re most proud of.”
“Oh, that’s easy,” she lay down her phone on the table, screen facing up, and tapped the app on the lower left corner. “I made this.”
(…)
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