FLASH FICTION: VOLUME TWO
“Like spinning tops whirling at high velocity, flash fiction sets words and images in collision to form a larger whole…” – Gina Ochsner
THE JUDGE’S WIFE
The switch was happening at a coffee shop, not far from where he was hiding out.
He would take the judge’s wife there, and someone would collect her, leaving behind a briefcase full of money in her place.
Perfect.
Except… After dropping her off and retiring to the safety of the bushes across the street, he found himself watching in disbelief as the man carrying the money was approached by two youths who swiftly knocked him to the ground.
They both laughed.
And then they ran off with the briefcase…
THE JUNGLE
Our small plane was going down.
The engines had failed.
We were scraping trees, and parts were breaking off, before we finally slammed into a clearing in the jungle.
We breathed a sigh of relief.
We’d survived.
But we soon became aware our ordeal was far from over.
We were sinking in the mud.
And hungry predators had seen us…
THE MONKEY
He was just staring at me, almost close enough to touch, if it hadn’t been for the thick pane of glass between us.
Every so often, he’d wave, and I’d wave. Or we’d both pat our heads.
And that, it seemed, was enough to please his tiny mind.
Stupid human…
THE WALLPAPER
They had finally moved in together.
But the house wasn’t quite ideal yet.
The bedroom was the problem. The wallpaper was hideous, and they planned to spend the next few nights scraping it off.
It was funny at first. The red ink they kept finding underneath.
Drawings by a kid, perhaps.
But then they revealed more.
They were symbols. Strange symbols they didn’t recognise.
And then the lights went out…
THE LOFT
They were up in the loft, looking for things to sell, when they saw it. An ornate wooden box, carved to perfection.
It looked valuable.
Inside, they found three black dice and a note which said: “Roll Me”.
So they did.
One six. Two sixes. Three sixes.
They laughed. They’d never been so lucky with dice before.
It was only then they realised the note had been folded over.
It didn’t say “Roll Me”. What it said was: “Don’t Roll Me”.
But it was too late.
The loft had already started shaking, and something very large and angry was approaching…
More stories in this series can be found here…
ooh a cliffhanger. I need to know what happens next.
You've cut down your text word count from previous week. Very different writing too. I don't know if you want any feedback... you'll get some. I loved the Monkey! Loved it. So well written, and unexpected. The judge and the briefcase did not make sense to me. I cannot pinpoint. The Wallpaper too I really liked. I was wondering, if it would work without the last sentence about the lights going out.