“Pull my
finger.”
Miss
Manners* #quote
Today I played
Pokemon cards with my parents actually. I suppose it's good they know
what the game I'm playing is like. It's not unusual for folks my
age(22) and even to my parents to play, Pokemon is an old game and
some people start playing the card game because compared to other
trading card games it's cheaper or it has more tournaments than some,
or it's got a nicer crowd and better atmosphere or any combination of
those or more. (Those other players words and not my own, I haven't
really played a lot of different games with a lot of different
crowds, but it seems different games can have different cultures
develop around them over time. Interesting huh?) And several older
people play it with their kids, or play with the other adults as
their kids play with other kids. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Eclipse
Of Thought
A sunny
Wednesday started out with my thoughts clear and crisp. I read the
paper. I smiled. I went to work and did my job, crunching numbers on
a computer, perfectly. My precision made me as valuable as three
employees. My boss congratulated me. “Johnson, you're getting
another raise. We're making sure you're staying.” When I drove home
and arrived home my mind flowed as clearly as the light from the sun
to the Earth.
I said hello to
my wife. She smiled, and told me how much she loved me. She gave me a
hug and shook nervously like she usually did when I saw. I said to
her, “There, there. Elizabeth.” I kissed one of her bruises that
she got last week from an accident. Kisses do make everything better.
I sent her off
to make dinner, she looked so pretty in that red-stained dress of
hers, and I grabbed some wine from the cabinet. I started drinking as
I often do. My thoughts stopped being so clear. They didn't shine
like sunlight normally would, they darkened away. Thinking vanished.
The only things I remember from the following eclipse was screaming,
crying and the ring of a phone.
My next
coherent thoughts came to me while I was handcuffed in a cell, police
officers keeping an eye out on me. In the distance I could see my
wife in her lovely red stained dress talking to a police chief while
he looked pitifully, and horrified at all the bruises over her body.
The chief then looked at me, disgusted and angry. Why was he looking
at me like that? Did he intend to put me in prison for something.
Over time, my thoughts cleared up completely, and I only felt fear
and panic.
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