Friday, September 9, 2011

I Confess - Flash Fiction

I had to do it. There comes a time when one's sensibilities become so inflamed, one's value system so assaulted, that murder is the only answer.  Deep down, I know that you will agree with me.

It was agony that drove me to him, a gray ache that bloomed into shades of vermillion, then shattered into a kaleidoscope of rage, bitterness, and dread.  And it was pain which I sought from him, quick, sharp, cleansing in its purity and object.

I lay quietly, watching him meticulously arrange the equipment. My mental preparations had been completed hours ago, for I thought that I knew what to expect.  But the passenger never boards expecting the end, the child never crosses the street thinking of death, and I had neglected to shield myself from one of the more common poisons of modern society. A crackle, and then a keening wail from far off ruffled the sullen air in the room; and that was when my very sanity took flight.

I stabbed him.

Somewhere between the Starship abomination  "We Built This City" and the persistent strains of  A Flock of Seagulls.

And between the fourth and fifth rib.

I stand accused of the attempted murder of Dr. Thomas Anthony, DDS.  Of course I regret the injury I caused him, but on the other hand, I believe that my case will be a landmark in the judicial system, and that I will have the support of many in the community.  In fact some of you, while reading this, will be nodding your heads in agreement.

It is not right to subject others, especially in trying circumstances, to bad '80s music. Ever.

There will be consequences.
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