Flash Fiction Friday 2023 – Week 45
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Alive Again
Tabitha paced back and forth in the living room, occasionally glancing at the clock atop the fireplace mantle. Horace was running late, wasting too much time. If he didn’t make it there in the next fifteen minutes, they would lose the optimal window for the ritual, leaving her frustrated for another year. If that happened, no amount of excuses would save him from her wrath.
“Hurry the fuck up!” she growled. Tabitha had always been an impatient woman. This was true as a child, as a troubled teen, and even as a married adult, so why would that change just because she was dead? The ghost had retained almost all of the characteristics of her persona after passing away, except the most important one. With no physical body to interact with the world, she was doomed to rely on others to feel somewhat normal.
Tabitha continued to watch the minutes go by already anticipating the worst when Horace’s car entered the garage below her and her baby brother stepped out of the vehicle, dragging a petite blonde woman with Elvish-like ears. She had been drugged and her eyes were cloudy and distant. The disembodied soul looked at her and frowned.
“Was that the best you could do? And what the hell took you so long?” she asked.
(…)
His First Time
Dave adjusted his tie and popped a breath mint as he waited for the glass elevator to open. It had taken months to finally convince himself to chase his deepest desires, but this was finally it. No turning back now.
The transparent elevator opened and he stepped right in, aiming for the thirtieth floor where Mistress Angelique resided. She was one of the most renowned hypnodommes on the West Coast, a Nubian Goddess who made every fantasy come true… for a price. Securing an hour with her didn’t come cheap but all her customers couldn’t stop singing her praises. Perhaps, that’s what they had been programmed to do.
Dave had tried to see her a couple of times in the past but her schedule was either full or last-minute complications ruined his plans. Now that he was on his way to her penthouse, it was like a dream come true.
(…)
Nothing Personal
The gelatinous creature slithered up Rita’s leg leaving a trail of blue ooze behind. It was the ugliest thing she had ever seen and the worst part was she couldn’t move. All her muscles were paralyzed with fear and the cocktail of chemicals running through her bloodstream. She could still talk (and scream) but no one was coming to save her.
The one to blame for her dark predicament was Angie, her former roommate and a mad scientist in her own right. For years, she had conducted secret experiments in the college laboratory involving slugs and snails. Through genetic splicing and specific mutations, she sought to create a life form to supplant all others. It was a risky endeavor and one that shouldn’t have worked at all given the conditions she was working in and yet a miracle had taken place, one that promised to be as revolutionary as bloody.
“Why are you doing this?” Rita asked, looking into Angie’s icy eyes as she monitored the experiment.
(…)
Stupid Cunt
Alicia was a special lady. All the women in her family had been blessed from birth with the power to control other people’s minds, especially men’s. It was considered a great honor – if not the highest of them all – to possess such abilities and use them to make their lives better. There was only one problem: she didn’t want it.
“What do you mean you don’t want it?” Jean, her mother, asked. Alicia had just turned eighteen, the age where she was expected to develop her skills to the max. No one had ever shown any regrets about being bestowed such power let alone verbalize them. Her words were like poison to the old woman’s ears.
“Exactly what I said,” Alicia stood her ground. “I never asked to be born with this and warping other people’s minds is wrong. There must be a way to suppress this or take it away completely. I need you to tell me what it is.”
(…)
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